Delicate Flowers

The thing about having two girls is that there are SO many delicate flowers in this house. There's glitter and sequins, laces and frill, and a constant need for speaking softly and politely.

Or not.

I mean, Alexis is sort of a delicate flower. Mostly. Kind of. She's a delicate flower who can use a table saw and who refuses to wear makeup. Don't ask me how I ended up with a cheerleader who doesn't wear makeup, by the way. I can't explain it. I think it's related to the fact that she has to wear ALL of the makeup for competitions. It seems that has made her find it annoying.

I'll take it.

Mila is even more delicate, of course. She who walks around with sticky hands at all times and who thinks bugs are her best friend is ... well ..

This is a thing that happened.

Mila: ~REALLY loud burp~

Me: "Excuse you, Mila."

Mila, yelling at the top of her lungs: "YEAAAAAH, BABY! EXCUSE ME!"

So delicate.