"Mom, why does your face look mad?"
"Gee Liv, I don't know. Could it be because in a 15 minute span, you hit your brother in the face with a sand shovel, emptied out the dirty laundry hamper in the hall looking for your Hello Kitty shirt, and dumped your cereal on your lap?"
"No, that can't be it. Maybe it doesn't look mad after all. I thought those wrinkles were angry, but I think you're just getting old."
At some point in my life, I must have thought to highly of myself. That's why God gave me Alyvia- to make sure that I know that I am, in fact, the biggest loser around.
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