We have some strange red formations in our backyard.
I think they belong to her.
"Ma-omm, did you get me lickin my nose? Now I'm embarrassed."
"It's okay, Grace. Show me your old lady white hair spot."
"I don't know what you're talking about mom."
"I just chew on my stick. I love it."
"But sometimes it rolls away."
"And then I'm sad."
"Oh, Grace. It's okay. Show me your smile."