Two!!

It is amazing but I only had 2!!
1 yesterday and another today.

While helping Dad and Step-Mom during the past week I've had my toes jammed, my fingernails broken and my head smacked along with other bumps that I can't remember.

Yesterday when I went over I found this plate of fudge. Once I heard Dad get in the "cookie jar" it was my turn to sneak a piece.

As I passed the man on his way back to where we were suppose to be working
I heard him whisper "she's trying to kill me".
My reply to his remark was, "she's not putting them in your mouth".

Once we were both back in the room M came out of her room and asked,
"what are you doing?"

In harmony we replied "nothing".
M, "I thought you were cleaning up this room!"

She knew, I just know she knew, but nobody told.
We were eating FUDGE!!