Here is a wonderful picture of the three of us, all dressed up, playing on the kitchen floor. Um, next to some bags of garbage.
Given Holly's facial expression here, it stands to reason that the little purse she's carrying is filled entirely with espresso beans and refined sugar.
(Aside: Why am I always the most disheveled child in these pictures? Was there a finite amount of hair-brushing energy in our house? Was I waiting for Holly to outgrow those Mary Janes so I could have some SHOES?)
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