need a fix

6:30 a.m. Half awake I hear creak, scrap, thump, whump, jingle, clatter. Kicking Rob in the leg I whisper, “I think Violet is sitting on the kitchen floor eating brown sugar.” Groaning, he gets out of bed.

A few minutes later he comes back in and points an accusing finger, “You were SO wrong. She is at the table eating brown sugar.”

3 responses to “need a fix”

  1. Kristen

    She is the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen. Seriously!! She doesn’t need brown sugar to make her sweet 🙂

  2. leah

    you know her very well, lady! what a sweet story.

  3. TX Granny

    I love this child so much that my heart aches!!

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