When all is quiet, you know mischief is brewing.
This mischief includes TWO packets of what were unopened feathers…
But what is childhood without some feather fun?
That look on her face, her squeels, the way she jumped higher each time, was worth every feather fibre found throughout the house!
Does mess make you cringe? Or can you let it slide in order to have some fun?
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