Betsie came downstairs today in a surprisingly cute outfit, which is interesting because her nice clothes are on the top shelves and racks of the closet. Betsie! I exclaimed, You look so cute! But...how did you get those down? Did Bubba help you?... I did it all by myself! she said, proudly. But...how?... I asked, feeling nervous all of a sudden. I climbed up on a big stool... she explained. Yeah?... I said. ...and then, she continued, I stood on my tippy toes and got them with my teeth. Because my hands couldnt reach them. Im assuming that her hands were busy clinging onto the shelf for dear life. And Im also assuming that Betsie is going to be the cause of my premature death. (But at least shell be dressed cute when that happens).
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 16:11:07 +0000