(Okay, who knows what book the above phrase is quoted from? Extra points for the person who guesses! And no fair Googling it, either!)
Today Steve had a hospital meeting in New Orleans. While he went to his meeting, I drove to Mississippi to see my Dad, stepmom Orlene, and brother, who just arrived home from China. I haven't seen Orlene and Freddie since November - Dad since May 2007!
While I was there, my sister Anna came by as well. I'm the oldest - Anna is the second girl, and third child. Brooke snapped a picture of "us big girls" and Dad.
Dad rapidly slid into "silly." We'll blame it on jet lag. This time. :::grin:::
So we decided to all be silly. We decided to be "pout." Don't we do a good pout?
Morgan can do a good one as well. You can tell she has practiced a lot.
Orlene, on the other hand, is obvious NOT "pout." She's almost always cheerful and smiling. It's okay. We love her anyway.