After we finished our "charming" film of the Alphabets, we headed to the bathroom to wash up. We tried everything*: about three different kinds of soap and olive oil. We scrubbed our poor, suffering faces none too gently either. I loved mom's response when she walked in the door:
"Are you girls okay? You're eyes look really irritated." Bracie and I just looked at each other and laughed.
(*At our house, more than two people can be "everybody" and more than two things can be "everything.")
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