The two twerps were brushing their hair and teeth to the accompaniment of a pop radio station playing some bubbly tune. Talitha, large brown eyes wide, lips pulled into a practiced purse, dutifully worked a comb through chesnut tangles.
Esther -- who is effected to the very core of her soul by music and has more rythym than blood coarsing through her veins -- was humming along, wiggling her little non-hips and rear back and forth, with feeling, not accomplishing much as far as hygiene is concerned.
Slightly less intoxicated with motion, Talitha, eyebrows raised purposfully, preached, "We can't sing to Jesus when our bodies are naughty." 
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I love these little ladies. I can completely see all of this going on up in the little bathroom. Lol.
p.s. I love how you rearranged your blog. Looks good.
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