Let’s play a game. You’ve got a 50/50 shot at winning.
Ready?
I temporarily lost one of these girls yesterday. Could.Not.Find.Her. Ran around the house in a panic, yelling for her, and she never answered. Frantically, started opening closet doors.
She was there to greet me, all smiles, when I opened the pantry door.
Any guesses on which girl that might have been?
OK, here’s another clue. It’s the same girl who, running full speed, leapt onto the seat of the couch and launched herself clear over the back, and onto the floor behind. And kept running.
You’ve got this figured out, right?
Alright, last clue. It’s the girl that enjoys waking me up by sticking her wet nose into my armpit. Or my face. Whichever is most easily accessible.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
I’d almost forgotten what it was like to have wild toddler in the house. Almost.
Game over, Ginger. You win.
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