This is a tale about a tuber that feeling of being a bird and his mother (distorted) that go along with this double nature … at any cost …
Oh well, this is to say “poetically”!
On a more prosaic way … went like this: yesterday LilPotato was TKO (vomiting – fever 40-earache and all that sympathic influence gives us every year as seasonal fruits), bounced between bed and couch the clear eye and semi-closed, night half-awake etc.
This morning, as only children can do, I will not say she was as fresh as a rose but waaay better: even better when I offered to wear herDress Owl, put nail polish and glitter and take some pictures:
(Oh, also some paracetamol does – unnatural distorted mother)
So we did a little shootin’ to share, and then … Travel to school to celebrate the Carnival!
LilPotato, down the stairs like a True Diva
A rockstar posing owl
Real Owl’s ALWAYS flap his wings!
At school almost all the girls were dressed as fairy or princess … Instead LilPotato had a mention as “the most original mask” … I would bet! What do you think? I’ve been featured at: