Karys’ first grade class this morning presented a little play called “The Tale of Peter Rabbit”.
Karys was mother rabbit. A role which, if you know her at all, fits just perfectly.
Just ask this little fellow who didn’t do something the instant he was supposed to.
I took my delicious McDonalds medium coffee with 3 creams and 3 sugars (plus some once I brought it home) with me to the school. Knowing full well, of course, that it would aggravate Karys because she a-l-w-a-y-s wants a coffee when I get one.
So at the opportune moment when she happened to look our way, I raised my coffee in a toast.
Behold. The ‘stink eye’.
I wuv that wascally wabbit. Even when she does try to steal my coffee.