i think i just lost the day.
esmé opened up her chin on the kitchen counter. the same counter that has a starring role in the esme! get off the counter before you crack in half! chronicles.
poor thing sobbed only when she saw her blood. but then brightened back so fast i thought her delirious.
it looks like strawberry juice, doesn't it? pure wonder filling those peter pan blues.
i think someday she'll be an artist. or at least always on the lookout for beauty.
full disclosure? her next documentable sentence sounded an awful lot like you really shouldn't have let me break, mommy. perhaps someday she'll be a travel agent and send all her clients on a guilt trip.
i will spend the rest of today making sure no more strawberry juice spills.
hey. i think i just gained a day.
catch you later, friends. and while i have you here...why didn't you tell me she was less tinkerbell and more peter pan? it hit me the other day when she was dressed in green tights and playing in the leaves. must've laughed for five minutes. also. i can read is a goldmine for textish inspiration.