Snarky Ain’t All It’s Cracked Up to Be

This is our squirrel. Well, that isn’t her actual name, but it has been her label since our older daughter used her lisp to call this little one a crazy girl. It came out more like, “Crazy Squirrel.” She was only a year old then. She is seven and still Squirrel.This face is commonly found on her face. It means many things, and my husband can regularly be found trying to decipher it through loving conversation only a Daddy can deliver. He has grotesque patience. He could out meditate Ghandi. I mean it. Don’t even bother with a staring contest.I…

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