Sunday, June 3, 2012

Dirty Vampire Fangs

The conventional approach of, "sit still, open wide, I'm brushing your teeth" just wasn't working this morning.  Instead, I found myself  implicated in an elaborate plot of Genevieve induced manipulation.  I was kneeling in a pile of dirty laundry in the corner of the bathroom, Genevieve laying across my lap convinced that she was a vampire who had really dirty vampire fangs and needed to have her teeth brushed by her vampy mama (that's me).  Marguerite took her opportunity to pillage the pantry while I was predisposed and returned with a bag of lentils that she repeatedly beat me over the head with and laughed an evil little laugh.  My two options were to laugh or cry.  I'm laughing now....

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