All was well with this arrangement until recently, when I caught Little A back there, content as can be, smashing orange play-doh into my floors. Oh, joy of joys. The best part came when, as I caught her orange-handed, I called out her name, fully expecting to startle her... well... quite a lot.
She looked up at me, scrunched her nose up, and started cracking up, as if I should crawl back there and join in her fun.
But, of course I wasn't about to do that. There were
Guess Mama needs a new play-doh hiding place...