As most of you know, Monkey is the ladybug whisperer.  So when we went to the town festival this weekend, she just had to get her face painted with a ladybug.

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So much so, that we stood in line, bought tickets just for face painting, got it painted, and left.

The things we do for love.

As I was flipping through the pictures of her face paint, I found this one:

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What is with my kids and the look?!

They certainly don’t hide how they feel about things when it comes to their facial expressions.  I wonder where they get that from …

Anywho, I started to clean up my roses and trim them a bit as Daddy tackled the weeds natural landscaping, and I found my poor roses are under attack!

So, Lady Whisperer, I NEED you!  The roses NEED you!  Call in your troops!  The aphids are here, the aphids are here!

I promise I will never mock the rediculousness of your ladybug powers again!

At least not today.