While strippin‘ Little down for her bath I found a huge and dark bruise on her side. I don’t know where it came from and she can’t tell me how long she has had it.

She laid down and the floor and I laid down beside her. I said, “Little, I don’t like it when I know you are hurt. It makes me sad.” She responded, “You can cry if you want to.”

I can tell the kind of day I have had by how big a bowl of ice cream I want. (It’s a sickness) Honey is giving the kids “spit baths” right now and all I can think about is a HUGE bowl of vanilla over a fresh baked brownie.