I was cleaning out drawers in the master bedroom when I came upon this bandanna that Faith got last year from Gracie (the love of Samson's life, his virtual girlfriend, and her mommy Bobbi). I realized I had never taken a picture of her wearing it, so I tied it on and took her into my bedroom for a photo shoot. (OK, it was dark in the master bedroom and I didn't see how dirty she was. When I saw the pictures, I couldn't resist posting them. Sorry, Faithie, baby girl of mine.) But as you will see, Faith puts me to shame, as she questions my choice of words, and gets the last word here.
Faith: No, mommy, you know how I feel about that thing bursting flames into my face.
Me: There are no flames, just a quick flash to capture your pretty face.
Faith: You don't believe me? OK, I'll show you: This is exactly how I feel. Get it?
Me: Oh, Faith, don't be such a party pooper, come back so we can show Auntie Bobbi and Gracie how pretty you look wearing the nice present they gave you.
Faith: Party pooper!!?? You have that? At your parties? Hmm, I don't want to be accused of that; us dogs are better behaved, for sure. So here I am, flash away and then let me get out of here. To herself: You could at least have washed my face first, sigh..........
