Eve goes to Vegas

My sweet Eve, also known as "the minx", has a mind of her own and a flair for drama that both amuses and frustrates me at times. She is sweet and loving, freely giving kisses.





However, if there is anything to get into, she will find it. She will reach it. She will eat it. She will shred it. She will color on it. She cannot be left unattended.




There is a good amount of fighting over toys each day in my house. Eve has a fierce battle cry that honestly scares me. While Faith has mastered the high-pitched girlie scream, Eve (being more of an alto) brings a lower growling tone into her scream. It always gains attention, and sometimes precedes her biting her opponent.


What will become of this aggression? Is she destined to be a great leader? A Broadway star? An Olympic athlete?

.....or is Las Vegas her destiny.....

Madame Eve, veiled in disguise, considers her hand.

Puts on her poker face.

Studies the opponents.

Plots her strategy.

Confident in her victory, she will stare down any opponent.