Erin’s hand fell asleep for the first time tonight. As it started to wake up, she looked at her mom and wiggled her fingers, then looked back at her hand as though trying to stare into her own molecules.
“It’s sprinkling,” she said.
Totally adorkable.
Love this!
I love that! My arm was sprinkling when I woke up this morning. I think sprinkle should be used more often as an every day term. Like when did a light rain become showers? It's sprinkles.
Okay, I'll stop.
Cheers,
Casey
I like sprinkles on my ice cream.