Wednesday, September 21

Belles Fleurs

 Caline, “Hello pretty flowers.”

 Caline, “You smell so tasty.”

  The Frenchman, “Caline, what
are you doing?”

Caline, “Nothing.”

*Note: Caline always finds the flowers my husband gives me, she likes to bight them. And sometimes she knocks the vase over, thus she is not allowed near them though she often finds away to get to them.

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