I’m brushing Leta’s hair after her shower when she bites her lower lip, slowly looks up at me and asks, “Mom? Can tornados happen at night?”
Dude could paraglide with those things.
“It’s hard to come by, I confess. I’m bad at this thing, happiness. If you find it, share it with the rest of us.”
I love it most when Cami styles herself to look like an actress from the Sixties, even though she’s Eighties to the core.
This wily creature can look up at you just like this and make you instantly forget that not ten minutes before she was trying to bite a chunk of flesh out of her sister’s arm.