We’re Gon’na Suffer … Someday

Yesterday Daughter, 6, got a temporary tattoo in a loot bag. That evening, while I was trying to work, she brought it over. I asked for a damp cloth — forgetting to specify “not dripping even if you squeeze it”. She brought the dish cloth, which I rinse out after each use, and I think this one had a few days of use.

Like I said, I was trying to work.

She says she put it in the sink.

We’ve looked everywhere.

I don’t look forward to finding it.


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