
This afternoon, I could tell she wasn't in the mood to go down for a nap easily. But I put her down anyway, walked out, and ignored all the calls for mama.
Then I heard the magic words.
So I walked in there, ready to help her down from the crib rail, but the girl was actually lying down and twirling her hair. When she saw me, she giggled, held out her arms, and said, "Good morning!"
I think it might be time to introduce the story of the little boy who cried wolf.


Grace's antics define "cute"!
ReplyDeleteThat little Turkey! :-)
ReplyDeleteThe toddler years are so fun!
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