Sunday, January 8, 2012

I didn't mean it.

When I asked what was next, it was meant to be rhetorical.

This is what she did while I was making her toast this morning.

And this is what she figured out while I put away laundry before bedtime.

I'm now having great visions of games of "hide from mommy". Great. Just great. Shall we place bets on what heart attack #2 will be caused by?