…..on your #3 daughter’s camera card.
I felt like a sapling during a tsunami, as waves of different emotions surged over me.
While looking closely at the photo (so as to ascertain which of my children I might inflict my maternal praises on) a whole new tidal wave of pride loomed on the horizon.
Not only is one of my offspring amazingly proficient at hostage retention BUT they do so with unmistakable compassion, as evidenced by the padding on the section of the drawstring (from their Dad’s pajama bottoms) that encircles the sacrificial lamb/captive.
Someone please pass me another tissue……………….