3dee4addi My once white, newly painted brilliant red rose robe, with accidental over sprayed bed spread was just enough of an alarm to summon my inquisitive Mother who was investigating where that paint smell was coming from. As she opened my door I had slipped into my new halloween costume. With a smile from ear to ear, paint all over my fingers, self; bed spread, and the high pitched ear piercing scream from my Mother; I knew I had to sell my Mother out of the punishment I knew was coming. I only pray I was half the Mom my Mother was. After her screaming she saw my smile turn to a quivering lip, and eyes that were about to tear. She grabbed my hand, set me on an unpainted area on my bed and asked what I had done. As I was explaining, her lip started to quiver, and tears fell from her eyes. Through her happy tears she said, Addison this is the prettiest flower in the world because you are part of it.

3dee4addi Ugh! Only half pasted, take two! ...was at those wonderful childhood discovery years when you can craft marvelous yet simplistic things with your own hands unassisted. At the impressionable age of five, I was facinated with flowers. Such life! Such color! Such happiness consumed me as I'd dance, and sing in the rose garden. I'd close my eyes and breathe in the fragrance of my Mom's prized roses. It was simple, I wanted to be a rose for Halloween! With scissors one hand, a woven basket in the other and a quick pace; I rushed to the rose garden and harvested all the roses, and beautiful flowers around the yard which had yet to yield to a Southern Colorado Autumn. With a basket full of flowers I now snuck out the stapler from the parent's desk, then one by one stapled each flower to my bathrobe; ALL in secret mind you, for this was going to be the most crowning achivement of my young 5 yr old life. "Not enough color," I reluctantly observed, so it was off to the garage! The infamous garage! The place Dad warned me a thousand times to never venture alone, let alone take the brilliant red spray paint I discovered upon my hunch. My once white, newly painted brilliant red rose robe, with accidental over sprayed bed spread was just enough of an alarm to summon my inquisitive Mother who was investigating where that paint smell was coming from. As she opened my door I had slipped into my new halloween costume. With a smile from ear to ear, paint all over my fingers, self; bed spread, and the high pitched ear piercing scream from my Mother; I knew I had to sell my Mother out of the punishment I knew was coming. I only pray I was half the Mom my Mother was. After her screaming she saw my smile turn to a quivering lip, and eyes that were about to tear. She grabbed my hand, set me on an unpainted area on my bed and asked what I had done. As I was explaining, her lip started to quiver, and tears fell from her eyes. Through her happy tears she said, Addison this is the prettiest flower in the world because you are part of it.

grexican most epic story... ever!