As I was just getting out of the shower this morning, Sydney marched into my bathroom, proudly eating a peanut butter sandwich.
There was no one else in the house.
"I couldn't find a knife..." (Thank God.) Upon further investigation, I found she'd scooped peanut butter out of the jar with her bare hands. "But it's okay because I cleaned them off," she announced, clearly pleased with herself and her spontaneous act of independence.
Ohh lordy.
Your time is almost up.
1 year ago
1 comment:
That's great!
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