Part Two: No Tattoos For YOU!!!
We arrive at the school and the girls leap out of the van. Daddy is drinking coffee and Mommy is quickly eating a late breakfast of grits. The girls will go into the school for a costume inspection, then board the bus for the fair.
"STOP!" I bark in Drill Sargeant Mode. "LINE UP HERE FOR A PICTURE!"
Picture snapped, now into the school.
"Ahh..perfect"....approves the Headmistress as various costumed young ladies dash into the school. Our girls approach.
"WHAT IS THAT TATTOO?" she sternly inquires. (note purple blotch on The Sun's arm). "THE SUN MUST NOT HAVE TATTOOS!"
"I spoke to her earlier about this," she continues. "I said, The Sun cannot go running around with a tattoo! Miss Ashley, please take Madeleine in and REMOVE THIS TATTOO!!"
"Um..er"...I stammer.. "I'm so sorry!...I....I... didn't notice."
"Don't worry!" she cries. "We'll get it off! If necessary, we'll use SANDPAPER."
Roger & I both nod understandingly.
"I'm just kidding!" she says.










1 comment:
yummmmmmy, grits....
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