When E was born she had one eyebrow hair that refused to play well with others. We affectionately called it the Rogue Eyebrow because it was white, almost two inches long, and stuck out of her brow like a feather in a cap. We considered clipping it, but I was strangely attached, and felt like it exemplified part of her "babyhood." I almost cried when Brian's father unceremoniously PLUCKED it while I was taking a nap. Not that I'm holding a grudge.
Now, however, I'm happy to report that the Rogue Eyebrow is growing back! Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, E once again has one eyebrow hair that's not like the others. And I'm seriously thrilled. Viva the Rogue Eyebrow!
Now, however, I'm happy to report that the Rogue Eyebrow is growing back! Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, E once again has one eyebrow hair that's not like the others. And I'm seriously thrilled. Viva the Rogue Eyebrow!
3 comments:
love the tongue.. she is a cutie eyebrow and all...
keep her away from that meany !!
this is my fav. what a ham!!! i wonder where she gets it? ;)
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