Picture this:
It's Sunday morning and it's time to get the girls in the shower so I can help them get ready for Church. I help Rachel take off her jammies and pull-up and this is what I find...
Upon questioning how this ginormous band-aid got stuck to her cheeks she replied, "Yesterday, I kept yelling for someone to help me wipe my bottom and nobody came." (Hannah and I were at the boys' baseball game and Trevor was out mowing the lawn). I'm not quite sure if it was meant to protect the bottom or the undies. This is a girl with some serious problem solving skills. She showed me just this morning that she knows where the Desitin is kept and that she knows how to use it. Trevor and I were in tears and we couldn't resist documenting the moment for the future.
Poor kid.
She's going to be in need of serious therapy when she grows up.
P.S. Why does she feel such a strong need to get into band-aids? Remember this?
1 comment:
Look at that perfect placement! She's got skill! Too cute! and good blackmail if ever needed! :)
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