When I was in 6th grade, I had staples in my head. Not the whole 6th grade, but at least two weeks of it. I specifically remember going around and bragging (how weird was my 11 year old brain?) about how I could only wash my hair with hydrogen peroxide. And I remember sitting in History class and picking at those staples like there was no tomorrow only to have a boy approach me after class and ask me what in the heck was going on with my nasty scalp!?

Staples, baby. Staples.

I really hope that Harper will not be as prone to walking in to walls (literally), falling off of things, and being as generally all around clumsy as I have been and continue to be.