that day when Joelle was home, and we were celebrating her birthday with the blue plate, and she was commenting something like "i'm a superior individual" and promptly dropped and broke the sentimental blue plate....
good thing we love her a lot i guess...
oh, in case you were wondering, that last centimetre of pop in her glass, she never drinks it unless called back for that purpose. it's her thing. it's how we know she's home. :)
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