Firecrackers

If Gi could roll her eyes at her blundering mommy, she would have done so this afternoon. In my quest to, once again, put pretty bows in her hair, I finally settled on tiny colorful rubberbands. The result was what Grandma C affectionately calls "firecrackers." Gi actually kept it up for a good hour. Then on our way to the gramps, Munchkin managed to undo one. The missing rubberband is nowhere in sight.