After lunch you were "dying" for a cookie, so much so that a tantrum ensued.
I explained to you that after I finish getting dressed then we could go get another cookie to share.
You wanted to keep fussing so I left you to it in the front room. As I finished getting ready I noticed it was very quiet.... too quiet.
I walk around the house looking for you.
There you are. Sitting on a big-girl chair. Helping yourself to who-knows how many cookies.
Haha. You little goof.
1 comment:
I seriously can't stand how cute she is.
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