Last night, Zoey felt the need to clean out her toy box–one toy at a time. She made a pile of her stuffed animals, books, dolls and other stuff right behind where she was standing and she was (whew!) content for about twenty minutes. But those last few toys at the bottom of the toy box were problematic because she couldn’t reach them. What does Girlfriend do? She throws her leg over the side and with a little help from me (because she basically got stuck with one leg outside and one leg inside the box), she got in her toy box and happily played for another fifteen minutes or so–just enough time for Greg to finish getting supper ready for her.
Just chillin in my toy box. Doesn’t everyone?
She’s so silly. This is what she did when I told her to smile.
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