Twenty minutes into the hour-or-so trip to go pick up the oldest kids from my sis-in-law, I realize, after pulling onto the side of the interstate, that the baby does not have her pacifier. It's her naptime. I was hoping she'd snooze and I'd have an easier trip. I resolved, as I climbed back into the driver's seat, to be as patient as possible with her tired, grumpy whining and crying.
"She'll fall asleep after she wears herself out, " I thought.
Not so.
Nor on the way home.
However, five minutes from home, she did discover that her big toe was nearly the same size as her paci.
isn't there photographic evidence of her mother doing the same thing?
ReplyDeleteI was a thumb girl.... besides, I don't even think I was walking in that picture, so the yuck factor isn't as high when there's no dirt on the toes.
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