The girls really love each other. Like, sooooo much. Dessi particularly loves to match her PJs to Adai's.
I had been having some trouble showering because every time I took even the fastest of hosedowns I would emerge with Adai crying. On this particular occasion, I heard laughing! Tons of giggles!! I smiled and poked my head out of the bedroom only to see Dessi standing at her new easel with a painbrush in hand, painting her sister. And I don't mean painting her portrait.
I feigned horror, Dessi took a time out, and then I sneaked over to Adai and took her picture.
Doesn't she look like she thinks she's in trouble?
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