This morning we were playing outside. As Norah and I were swinging she found a beautiful bedazzle. This is what I did with it:
A few minutes later Yaya walked over to us from across the yard and got ready to ask me a question. She stopped mid-sentence, looked at me and said, "Hey, what's going on?" I proceeded to tell her this story:
"Earlier today I was walking around in the house and I bumped into a wall. I got hurt on my forehead and part of the skin came off just like it always does when you get scratched. But somehow there was a diamond underneath my skin instead of blood. It's always been there, I just didn't know it."
She responded, "The exact same thing happened to me on my leg."....