My delicate little Buttercup

She is a quick healer. It must've been one hell of a knock. She got this black eye the first day of camp a week ago (and a bee sting, adding insult to injury). There's a game called Spud (kind of like dodgeball) and she slid into the back of the camp director's nephew's head. Stupid boys. They just don't know when to get their head out of the way.

I told her she'd better come up with a better story - probably something involving ninjas.



See how it affects her ability to function? Poor, little, delicate being... (it's hard eating Doritos when mom's forcing you to expose your hideousness to the interwebz.)