Two Sisters and White-Out

I was reading The Book Thief aloud to my younger sister (the one who bravely wore the crazy nerd glasses with me in this post).

Mom had so kindly attacked it with white-out for me since I don’t want to expand my mental vocabulary in the profanity department.;)

I spotted a word she had accidentally missed and decided to mark it out myself while I was there.

I spilled white-out.

And got a bit on my hands. I was in a mischievous mood, so I wiped a little on my sister’s hand too so we could match...