Six of my Nellies are girls. This has made me develop some creative coping mechanisms. Most of them seem hilarious to me at the time.
Yesterday I told a screaming little girl at the library not to cry, we would find her mommy.
Ha! I was her mommy (Little Nellie K).
Today I opened the bathroom door to a screaming Nellie P, quickly grabbed her and pulled her into my interrupted shower with me, she was fully clothed.
Whatever works, I guess.
COMING SOON: New family picts.