This is how my daughter puts her stamp on her after school treat: with simple and sweet Frosted Berry Hand Pies straight from her hand to her mouth.
Smudge is a big helper in the kitchen and she’s the first one to don my apron, and then ask me why I’m not wearing mine and laughs hysterically as if she’s watching an episode of The Three Stooges with her daddy. She definitely has his sense of humor. Personally, I think they could both use a comic relief lesson with Curly. Nyuk, nyuk.
While I’ll be away for a girl’s trip weekend with my 15 of my college besties—a trip we’ve taken every single year since we graduated and of which the number is embarrassingly higher than the age of which we left our undergrad status with diploma in hand—my husb G Dawg will be picking up our Smudge from a week at Girl Scout camp in the mountains above Park City, UT.
This was them at drop-off. Do Girl Scouts have an America’s Next Top Model badge?
Given it’s Girl Scout camp, I’m assuming she’ll have picked up a few more clues or two on how to win a showdown with a moose in the wilderness or how to tie a half hitch knot. And more importantly how to untie it.
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