The above picture us what I get when I ask Evie to smile. She makes us laugh. Now my story does have something to do with Evie smiling. Her and I were getting into bed and Mike decided to take break from homework to come and help me. Well, help is a relative term. Helping to him means harassing Evie till she screams at him.
She didn't disappoint. As soon as she had had enough, with a smile on her face, she forcefully told her daddy to, "Do your homework." We, her parents, couldn't help it. We busted up laughing and then both gave her a big kiss on the cheek. That's how most scuffles end in our house.
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