Three nights of late-night conference calls this week meant I had zero energy at 8 am to argue with a certain small person who wanted to wear her ladybug outfit to school today. Managed to convince her to wear pants and a turtleneck underneath it, though, and to wear a newly-designated "ladybug jacket" over it.
The thing on her face is an Olympic fuwa bandaid - she's been picking at that mosquito bite scab for months now, and I've decided that enough's enough. If the bandaid doesn't work, I'm going out to buy one of those lampshade halo things that they put on puppies. She'd probably wear it, too, so long as I call it a "dancing ladybug lampshade."
The thing on her face is an Olympic fuwa bandaid - she's been picking at that mosquito bite scab for months now, and I've decided that enough's enough. If the bandaid doesn't work, I'm going out to buy one of those lampshade halo things that they put on puppies. She'd probably wear it, too, so long as I call it a "dancing ladybug lampshade."
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