I'm begging and pleading for a smile as she looks at me like I'm crazy. Until she finally makes this face and says: "I AM doing it." So, I give up. She's adorable. Who could call this face she's making "not a smile""
(Note: the band-aid are because she's been scratching at that mole on her forehead. She's fiddled with it before and made it bleed and get infected - years ago when she still lived in Factoryville. I'm hoping the band-aids will keep her from messing with it until it heals. One band-aid is insufficient. She pulls it off. So far - one day - two have stayed on just fine.)
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