The Artist and Her Subject
The Artist
and her Subject
Sunday afternoon, I caught myself falling asleep on the couch. This was very unusual in our house because one of the kiddos is typically demanding my attention at all times. I woke with a start and felt something dreadfully wrong. There were no children running around the couch, no screaming coming from down the hall and no complaints to be heard. I jumped from the couch and went on the hunt for the girls. I found them playing together. Juniper was the beauty ‘artist’ and Willow was her subject. Willow was so proud of her sister’s handiwork, she did not want to wash it off in the bathtub.
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