This little Daisy.
She is not in the zero-eth percentile in cuteness, sweetness, baldness, funnyness, or smartness.
Or tiny-ness. She is in the ninety-ninth percentile for tiny-ness.
In spite of our specific instructions to the contrary, she keeps growing up.
How can she be one already?
Happy Birthday, little flower. We love you so!
1 comment:
Tee hee, I love her fuzzy little curl!
wv: coffiest, which would have suited Sam during the Great Cough of, what was it? '08?
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