So this morning my dad made pancakes for Tanner and I.
Just a side note. . . my dad makes us breakfast every morning.
I KNOW he is the Sweetest!
Anywho, back to the story.
I come down to eat breakfast and I have my hair down.
I finish breakfast and we are reading scriptures,
when I decide to run my fingers through my hair real quick
. . .
My fingers ended up not being able to go through my hair real quick.
Cause I am white trash and I got syrup in it!
I know Disgusting! How old am I? FIVE?
I just thought I would share that little story with all 2 of you that read this.
Have a Great Wednesday!