2011-05-25

Busted

The doorbell rang today, just like it does every other weekday at 3 p.m. However, the little girl that met me on the porch after walking home from the bus stop looked decidedly different than usual.



In her own words: "I tried to find the face-painter at field day today, but I couldn't. So on the bus ride home I used a marker and did my own face. I'm sorry, Mama. I'm sorrier than I've ever been."