What a perfectly delightful picture of five perfectly delightful children, enjoying their B.C. holiday. Those smiles make my heart sing.
Slayer of Clouds of Doom! I would point my finger at those stupid rain clouds that have been following Woeful Wally and Pitiful Pat around for practically their entire lives and replace them with mega doses of rainbows and sunshine that they will never be able to get rid of no matter how hard they try.
Eliminating ALL sadness is not what I’m talking about – this super power would be directed mainly at those wretched souls who are a little too attached to their own misery. “Stop wallowing!” I would cry. “GETOVERYOURSELF!” And POOF. That ugly black cloud is gone and suddenly the many blessings in their lives are no longer invisible to them.
Maybe I’ll call myself Anti-Eeyore Woman. And “CHEERUPDAMIT!” could be another one of my battle cries.