WE STOPPED OUR FLOUR FIGHT FOR A FEW SECONDS TO TAKE A PICTURE.
Dear Kurt,
The second I got a face full of flour from you it was all out war.
A very short lived war, though, because you were holding Brooklyn and she didn't appreciate having flour thrown on her.
She also didn't seem to recognize us after.
I think I got the worst of because I had flour in my mouth and eyes and down my shirt. And I had to clean it up.
So just to be fair you better sleep with one eye open because right now I believe in the saying "Don't get mad, get even."
Ha, HA, ha Ha, hA!!! (evil laugh)
Sincerely, Lori
