"What are you doing?!" Mrs F says a little agitated as Kid slowly descends the stairs a good five minutes after I told her to put her boots and coat on.
"How do you know I'm not growing?" Kid calmly responds.
What the hell? What does that mean?
I had no idea what she was talking about
to the bulges
the top of her dress...
Oh... growing... I get it. I did a surprisingly good job of not completely falling apart in hyseterics.
I must say that when these pottery sponges fell out of her dress I was more than a little impressed. They are perfect fake boobs and I can appreciate the quick thinking involved to discern that at such a young age!