Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Wordless Wednesday

Tore up from the floor up.

Literally.

She was awake. I was making dinner. Two other adults in the kitchen.

She is a wreck. A glorious, hilarious wreck. Which I (or maybe my sister said). She looked up and said "I'm not a wreck and I'm not a Baby Dinosaur."

Um yes, I think you are.