Hi, Mom. I really like being outside.
Especially when you let me bring my whisk out, too.
Oh, and my garlic peeler. Can’t forget about it!
And Nola even gave me her cool hat to wear!
But Mom, why haven’t we been coming outside EVERY day? You know, like we used to?
Too hot, you say?
I do not accept that response.
Must. Come. Outside. More. (Please.)
Oh, well.
I guess you’re the boss of me….for now.
So I will do as you wish.
But only because you never let my pacifier crack get too far away from me. It makes everything better.
Even going back inside.
So…..what’s for dinner?
2 comments:
SO stinkin' cute.
I thoroughly enjoyed that.
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