I was telling Reagan a story about the radiology tech I met at a recent medical appointment.
"Wait...." says she. "Was she dancing and stuff?"
Dancing? Why would the tech be dancing during my Mammogram?
OOOOOOOOHHHH.
Not the same as a singing telegram, Reagan. Not the same at all.
It's been awhile since Reagan got a spare second to craft. She had gathered a slew of treasures in the woods last fall and rediscovered them while cleaning her room today. Whiz Bang Viola, with her trusty glue gun she created this adorable masterpiece - a dancing woodland sprite with maple leaf cape and acorn beret. Too cute.
