Two Sisters and White-Out

I was reading The Book Thief aloud to my younger sister (the one who bravely wore the crazy nerd glasses with me in this post).

Mom had so kindly attacked it with white-out for me since I don’t want to expand my mental vocabulary in the profanity department. 😉

I spotted a word she had accidentally missed and decided to mark it out myself while I was there.

I spilled white-out.

And got a bit on my hands. I was in a mischievous mood, so I wiped a little on my sister’s hand too so we could match. 😉

Tip: don’t do that. It doesn’t come off well.

It takes about half an hour of scrubbing with soap and oil and who knows what else we tried. 😉 And it’s slightly itchy afterwards and induces “are we going to die?” conversations and reading of fine print. Not to mention giggling.

But it did make for a crazy memory; and I had fun reading with you, sis. Especially all the quoting and sobbing. Let’s go shake some words. 😉