Here are the pictures of Brooke this morning; she is sooooo excited that she has a black eye just like her mama did she was little. Of course I was 5 when I got my first black eye, and I acquired mine because someone tripped me on the bus in kindergarten; I fell flat on my face, and the damage was done. It was a little boy that "supposedly" had a crush on me. Now does that make sense, trip and maim someone you like; boys can be so twisted sometimes, but that is material for another post!
Oh well, at least she thinks it is cool, but I can't wait for it to heal!
2 comments:
Poor baby!!!
I know; it hurts me just to look at her eye!
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