The other day, as Ansa and I prepared our lunch, we didn’t really pay attention to what Haydn was doing, that is until he laid down a lid full a Ketchup and bent over it. “Are you going to put your face in that?” Ansa asked.
“Yes,” Haydn answered, and leaned forward to do it.
“Wait!” I shrieked. “Let me go get my camera!” And, to ensure he’d wait, I added, “I can write a post about you!” I raced up to my room, grabbed Mom’s iPod, and flew down the stairs. My brother! 😂 😂