Look at my child holding the plant she made a week ago in Sunday School. She has cared for that plant for eight straight days, and look how tall it is! I have no idea if it’s going to be a flower or a bean stalk, but she loves it and so do I.
Now forget about the plant and look at the girl. I love that innocent face, that creamy skin, those big brown eyes… but FOR THE LOVE OF PETE someone needs to help her with her hair. She had the cutest braided pigtails when she left for school this morning. In fact, she always has cute hair when she leaves of a morning. But when she returns? Now that’s a different story. I took this picture right after she got home today (she went straight from the bus stop to the kitchen to check on her plant).
My mother asked me once whether the bus driver brought her home on the bus or whether he dragged her from behind. When a girl looks like this at the end of the day, it’s really hard to tell:
I also love the fake smile, even though it drives me crazy.