It is not difficult to ruffle a five-year-old's feathers. Some have cultivated the process into an art form. Others, a sport. For me, perhaps a little of both. On this day, in particular, I had managed to tip the scales and Justin rounded on me as I followed him down the hall. Stopping dead in his tracks and wrinkling his brow he said,
"Look at my face. Do I look happy?"
No you do not...and I suppose your face is
really not enjoying being laughed in.
- 28 August 2006
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