SHE’S WALKING…!!!
And she’s everywhere.
And she’s climbing onto the kitchen table to make it rain napkins and wipes.
And she’s climbing backwards down the stairs if she can outpace me.
Which – she can.
And she’s force-feeding baby dolls like the CIA is amateur hour.
And she’s yelling. YELLING ALL THE TIME: “AHHHHHH. MOTHER LADY!!!”
But she’s got curly hair. And she’s delicious.
(But… don’t be fooled: in her mind, she’s ripping apart an actual butterfly.)
Whadya got: