The other day I woke up to this...
|"What are you doing with my|
clothes on the bed post, baby girl?"
|"I'm making you|
|Complete with shoes|
Ginger Girl didn't stop there. My new friend obviously needed a buddy so she wasn't lonely when I left the room. Obviously.
|Hubby's suit jacket & fedora.|
|Complete with a face.|
It's not very clear, but there's a mouth
& 2 eyes on those Post-It notes.
I'm not sure if Ginger Girl was worried about my lacking social life and she was filling a need, but thanks to her I will never again be alone.
'Cause that's what a Mama to 27 children is always worried about, doncha know.