Although our ten-hour-a-day-five-days-a-week babysitting gig has ended, we're still getting lots of opportunities to see and sit (so to speak) Nikki Dee.
Yesterday, Cuppa kept remarking how pasty she looked, so she bundled her up and sent her outside for as long as the kid might content herself out there — about twenty minutes as it turned out. Nevertheless, she was rosy-cheeked when she re-entered, so mission accomplished.
But this pasty-facedness thing, she comes by honestly.
I can remember one Monday morning, a teacher asking me if I stayed in watching tv all weekend. I didn't though; that was just my general look although it might possibly have been more pronounced than usual on that day. I can't say. And my best friend in high school used to call me Pasty Face AC. Imagine that for a nickname! From my best friend too.
Thesha inherited the tendency to paleness from me to some degree although she has never properly thanked me for such a fine gift. And so it seems that, in turn, she has similarly gifted Nikki Dee, for this most certainly isn't the first time that we've remarked on this same propensity to pasty-facedness.
Ain't heredity grand? Although ND probably won't particularly concur.
