Friday, August 6

Purple Shirts

Let me preface Lee's story below by explianing that Lee and Abby dropped me off at work today so that they could do some house hunting (yes, we started looking at houses again. Yippee.) I wore a purple shirt too.

Written by Lee

We were waiting for our food when a woman about your height, wearing a purple shirt came in. Abby's face lit up, and she looked about ready to scream "Mommy!" As the woman turned the corner, and her face came into view, Abby got a puzzled look on her face. It started at her eyebrows, and dripped down her face, like wax running down the side of a candle, oozing its way down, then slowly hardening into place. She looked so deflated and disappointed. I almost felt bad for the oblivious woman. If she only knew how unhappy this kid was when she saw her face!

It really was funny how her face transformed. Her eyebrows lowered from their excited elevation, her eyes dimmed, yet her mouth was still smiling.

It was great.

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