She'll be seven soon and she is starting to smell like a man who forgot to use deodorant. Peeyyew! She's just been presented with her own deodorant, complete with gummy rubber band so we can tell the difference between hers and mine. I asked her why she's so smelly and she theorizes that God is protecting her from random creatures getting up into her armpits. Tell you what, no creature is gonna hang out there and that's for sure.
Can you tell that last week she was running about in socks and smacked her nose into a coffee table? I don't know why days after the injury, it looks its worst. It really didn't look that bad when she first bumped, but days later? Black and green. Poor kid. Here's hoping it fades in time for birthday pictures!