A family update from one of our little residents, Rinnalynn
So there I was, minding my own business, when my mama decides it’s the perfect time to shove me at my cousin. Like, actually put her hands on my shoulders and push. Rude. Before I can even run, he scoops me up like I’m some kind of sack of potatoes.
And let me just tell you — he smelled. Not a little smell. A whole smell. He’s standing there looking like he’d rather be holding a cactus, and I’m just dangling like, “Really? This is my life now?” Then mama goes, “Rinnalynn, smile!” as if being squished against Mr. Stinky Cousin automatically makes me feel all sunshine and rainbows. Nope. My mouth was like, absolutely not, and instead my eyes started leaking. Yep. Full-on tears. Tiny sobs. The whole show.
All for one picture. One. Picture.
I better be getting a candy apple at the end of it or I’m gonna scream in my car seat the whole way home.