This weekend, we were visited by a scary lion. This scary lion read us a story she wrote herself – something about big rocks breaking the windows of our house, I think. Scary lion also treated us to a special dance performance, and then tried to recruit a mini scary lion, to no avail. Thankfully, scary lion failed to notice that the mask she was wearing was not, in fact, a lion, but actually some sort of freaky African tribal mask.
Travelingjenny
Navigating the hilly terrain of motherhood




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