
The following are true events and are about the above angel. Grandma's wrapped present which was on top of the bookshelf (which is taller than me) was obtained by dragging a large step ladder out of the laundry room into my bedroom, then the said present was unwrapped and the packaging styrofoam was picked into a million little static clinging balls. Where was I, the responsible parent? I was blissfully thinking that at 7am in the morning my daughter was entertained while I took a shower. I came out of the shower wrapped in a towel to find my bedroom had experienced a snowfall of styrofoam. "Snowballs, Mommy!", she exclaimed.