The Two Hour Tear

Kensington has the biggest alligator tears you've ever seen.  Ever since she was a baby, her cheeks have been so chubby that the tears don't roll down her face properly.  The tears sort of get stuck on the top of the cheek and sit there.  Like the other day when I had to take pictures of the new lace rompers--the wind kept making her teary.

Maybe this makes me sound like I have no life, but sometimes I try and see how long it will take for a tear (the one that sits up on the hump of her chubby cheeks) to get wiped off, smudged, or to finally role down and be lost, or even to evaporate.

Once it was about 4 hrs, for real!  Two hours while she played, then all through nap.  I even find myself protecting the tears.  Like "aw man, that tear was going on 45 minutes and I totally ruined it dangit!".

Now of course my method of calculating isn't very professional (what if that was a fresh tear and not the original tear?  One really can't be sure).

But still, there's something so fascinating like A tear sitting there so perfect and tear drop-shaped.  

Haha, ok I'm officially a weirdo. I know you all have weird little games you play to keep yourself entertained. Like watching the young women at church to see at what age do that start carrying a purse? That is a personal Sunday favorite. Will it be right when they turn 12 and graduate from Primary and enter the youth group? Or perhaps they'll be purseless until a few years later when Aunt Flo visits?  Maybe not until they have car keys?  A purse says a lot about a gal.

Maybe in your breakroom at work, you rearrange people's lunchboxes in the fridge just because you wonder if they'll wonder if somebody opened their lunch and peeked inside.  You never know.

Maybe you hide fake cockroaches in your spouses bathroom drawer or closet? Right. So immature. Nevermind. Who does that? Not me.