Because I'm feeling a little stuck for words, and I found this restorative today, I present: three-year-old Eve peeling a Christmas orange.
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Man, I'm impressed. For some reason my kids lack the gene necessary to peel an orange. Build Lego? Sure. Operate a video game remote with multiple buttons? No problem. Peel a damn clementine? They'd die of scurvy if I didn't help them.
Her eyelashes are the stuff eyelashes should be.
I love that you created an entire photo series.
Merry, merry!
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