Yes, I had a few fights this week.
One against the fish tank stand. (the forehead on Saturday night)
One against the coffee table. (right eye on Monday morning)
Don't worry about it. I'm fine. I'm a tough girl.
Daddy has taken to calling me Rocky. I kinda like it. It makes me feel like I can take on anything. Mommy just hopes I don't decide to take on the hearth. I might not win that round so well.
Now I gotta go work on my left hook and jump rope.
2 comments:
ahhhh.... she still looks cute though! She needs to get some boxing gloves!
I seem to remember someone who had a close encounter with a flying scrub brush!
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