I generally don’t like having a foot of mirror at the edge of our living room wall, but sometimes it provides the evening’s entertainment. Last night, as if talking our heads off wasn’t enough, Lizzie had a long and emphatic conversation with herself there…
Reminds me of Anne talking to “Katie”. 🙂
haha, the sign of a true kindred spirit–I was totally going to make an Anne reference, but I didn’t know how many people would get it. This mirror is cracked, too, but by a hyper boy with a metal stroller, not an intoxicated husband!
🙂 Love that!