It's just what we needed -- the Brattiest Member! So kind of you to drop in. My nephews called me Aunt Daphne almost all week while we were at the beach. I'm not sure whether this was because they have an Aunt Daphne they had seen recently, or whether they were calling me after my mother's dopey cat named Daphne. Finally about Friday they started calling me Aunt Kaffy like they're supposed to
Bagzerino, Cows don't play real golf, they play mini-golf. Silly girl.
Poor Peaches, your dentist has it in for you. I'm thinking the extra weight on the front teeth from the cap made the bridge in the back pop up. You think? Kind of like a seesaw.
I suppose you're right about teenagers. If they didn't drive us crazy, we'd be letting them live at home forever. I drove my mother crazy. And that was just last week!
Kiwi