It's about 5:00. I tell Bronwynn it's time for Mama to cook dinner, and maybe she should cook something in her kitchen too (this usually buys me a few minutes of alone time to cook as she clangs around her play kitchen).
About 15 minutes later, dinner is in the oven, and I peek in on B. This is what I found:
Note: She was wearing a shirt when I left her. ...And people wonder why such an easy, happy kid can still wear me out!
1 comments:
Hilarious! I love the scan of your living room. She's like having a little puppy around :)
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