Why, no. It's not collagen.

Oh hey, Mom.

 

It's me, Brynn.

 

Whitney thought we were crazy on Friday... HA! Friday ain't got nothin' on today!

 

Me and James slowed down puh-lenty. Case-in-point:

 

Me. Smiling. Obviously.

 

Before we really got on a roll today, though, we found my Crocs hiding in my lunchbox! Then James thought he could dig out HIS Crocs, and we could all be Crocbuds hangin' out in Crocland. But he didn't really understand that I needed a special moment with my Crocs, to just tell them I missed them and I loved them and they'll never be too small but that right now I can't cover my pretty toenails. I announced these feelings like this: "mine, mine, mine!"

 

Then, we got spazzy.

 

Oh, but when Whitney announced it was snowing, we totally slowed down! Except why does Whitney act like she's not even interested in learning how strong her window glass is?? We were offering a valuable service!

 

And then we didn't care about snow anymore!

Anyway, when you see my fat lip later, and you think we did something spazzy to invite this kind of punishment, think again. After all of our crazy craziness, I went to sit down at our little table for two. But the kid-sized chair had other ideas and totally slid out from underneath me! I must've bit down on my lip (in at least two places), so I got a bit bloody. Whitney cleaned me up and calmed me down, though, and now, it's pretty Angie Jolie of me. I'm fine with you disputing collagen questions. I mean, just as they arise in casual conversation about your pouty-lip daughter.