Last night I walked downstairs to move laundry from the washer to the dryer and was greeted by a puddle of ink-black sludge on the basement floor. Rory walked down the stairs and said "Mommy! It looks like a HEART! Come see!"
That is Rory in a nutshell. Looking at a literal pile of stinky sludge, she sees a pretty heart. I love that kid.
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