My sister’s camera sort of broke, so some of the pictures are red and weird, but try to pretend they’re not. My sister isn’t a creature of the night, I promise. Granted, I haven’t seen her in a year, and a lot can change in that time (see: she’s a MOM), but I’m pretty sure she’s normal–er, human.
“I got a cute nose, all the better to hang ornaments on! Let me show you using this.”
“Not so sure about this marshmallow suit, Mama.”
Alice was just informed what happens to marshmallows when you put them in hot chocolate.
“I’m watching Elmo, the little punk. He’s afraid of clowns just like Aunt Lindsay. Aunt Lindsay’s not an annoying attention whore, though.* Not usually, anyway.”
Blair Witch, baby style.
“My name is Alice, and I’d like to talk to you about stroke awareness. My parents made me watch football all day, and it gave me a stroke. If you don’t want to end up like me, make sure your parents act F.A.S.T. Or buy a new set.”
“Come on, not this again. Really, guys?”
“My mom thinks it’s funny that I can’t move my limbs. Bet she won’t be laughing when she sees the surprise I left her in my diaper.”
*I cannot be held accountable for the language my niece chooses to use. I tried to tell her it wasn’t fitting language for a young lady to use. She told me to piss off. Ah, well.
