Abby 2010

My sister Abby. Six years old, just delving into the many horrors of homework. She loves her teacher, her classmates, her family, her friends. All that doesn't keep her from thinking she is the Queen of Sheba. It's a good thing she is so confident in herself, because with all that's going on in our family as far as the move, the new baby, and everything else. She and my dad have some serious jokes going on. Here's one that will be mentioned at her wedding:
Abby came down with her hair done in a ponytail. Her hair was wet, so it looked like it was slicked back. My dad looked at her for a moment, and said, "Abby! Your hair is so pretty! I didn't know you knew the secret recipe to cool hair!" Abby smiled, and said, "Whats the secret, Daddy?" My dad told her, "You already have it in her hair, it's the only explanation to such pretty hair!" Abby giggled and said, "Yes, I have it in my hair. What is it?" And good ol' Dad said, "Slug juice"
I know. Gross, isn't it?