Poor Cheeks has been suffering from a cold sore for the last week or so. It hasn't really healed because . . . well, she is a small child. Last night it started bleeding and she asked to have a bandaid put on it. I couldn't help but giggle at her mustache. She was adamant that it is NOT a mustache but I can't look at her and not laugh. I just can't take her seriously. She tried to take it off this morning so as not to draw laughter from people at church but the pain in taking it off was more of a deterrent than having people ask after her mustache. Oh how I love this little chica.
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