My friend the flu is refusing to leave and I feel way more like dying then the typed word is conveying...so I need to share a chuckle, cuz the afro wig isn't doing a damn thing.
Over the summer, Kiddo (age 7) was sitting in the back seat of the car with a serious look on her face. "Mum" she asked..."Where do you buy elbow grease??" :)
I can hear the tinkling of the tiarra already. :)