A cry for help.

Even though mom made me wear a dress, I don't mind taking some shots with the big sis...I mean, we are pretty cute.

See that picture above? So innocent and sweet?  What you can't see is that she's going in for the kill.

Yes sissy, I have a nose.  And I'd like to keep it.

Oh things are getting bad. 
I might look like I'm not bothered, but on the inside I'm screaming, "FINGERS! There are fingers up my nose!"

Surely someone will save me {and my nose}.

Um guys, HELP.  

Or just continue to take pictures.

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