We were at my Nana's again today, getting plied with kielbasa and red beet eggs when Edie started a fight with me over her squeaky sheep.
I don't like to tease Edie but I do like to compete with her for who is most awesome. I usually win.
This went on until Edie got tired. I claim victory.
Notice my Nana neither surprised or entertained. She had 6 grandkids and is now at 3 great grandkids. And she was one of 7 growing up on a farm. She has probably seen it all at this point.
This is the immigrant Edit and her babushka.
Tre was the photographer.
I was the ass kicker.
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