So after Margaret’s last bath, I combed her hair into a very Gordon Gekko do.
From another angle:
And I made the joke about needing a nap, and Margaret (whose comprehension of words seems to be growing, in that she can both follow and willfully ignore directions, depending on her whim) took matters into her own hands.
Little did she know that those are caffeine-free, bought accidentally and now languishing in the back room, because no one sees any point in drinking them.
So we foiled her little schemes. For now.
*For those of you (Mom, I’m looking at you) who need this explained, there’s a movie that makes this really funny.
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