A few funny stories of little me

(At least.....this is how my parents tell it....;)

There was the time I poured out my Momy's foundation, mixed it with Vaseline and smeared it all over the brand new carpet in the Big House...

There was the time the big house was being built and my parents couldn’t find me.. I just disappeared! My Dad looked up and I was "30 feet up in the air" climbing on the scaffold. He had to climb up there and "rescue me"...

There was the time I painted the inside of our van....blue..

Then there was the time I found a bag of detergent and shook it out all over the inside of  the van....(Poor van...it saw a bunch of action...)

I remember holding a sharpie in each hand, stretching my arms out and markering all the walls going up the stairs...I remember being to little to reach both walls at the same time so I would have to swivel back and forth doing one side then the other.
hahaha

Apparently...I have been a 'handful' my whole life...a fact I contest.

HollyDee