When I visit, Samara runs right up to me and grabs around my legs begging to be picked up. Charlotte runs right up to about 2 feet away from me and stares, smiling.
I said, "It's okay, I'm not gonna wash your hair" I think it's gonna take some time.
Left with all the girlies one evening I decided that when Mom and Daddy got home, they should have nice clean children to put to bed. I noticed the littlest smelled like yesterday's milk. I plopped her in a sink of warm water and started washing.
I washed her hair. She wasn't happy about that. I wrapped her in a towel and snuggled her thinking, "Dang, I still smell it!" I returned her to the counter top and washed her hair again. I dressed her in cute, clean jammies and said to myself, "Dang, I still Smell it!" No matter!
When Mommy and Daddy came home I presented darling children bathed and jammied and ready for their story. I went home, very happy I was able to do something nice for the parents.
I got home, sat down in front of the TV and thought, "Dang!! I Still smell it!!"
it was on my blouse!
Sorry Charlotte! sorrysorrysorry
