The previous post dealt with Ellie’s owl and boot outfit, but Margaret also got herself into some silly clothes this morning.
She snagged my dad’s hat (or, in her terminology, “Fwank’s hatch”) and stuck it on her head.
In some of the pictures, it looks quite jaunty, and in others, it looks like a flowerpot.
Such is the way of hats.
Also, she’s started to understand what it means when I ask her to hold still so I can take a picture, so I’m hoping that some of my offerings will be slightly less blurry. I’m not holding out too much hope, but she does seem to be on the road to thinking about beginning to grasp the concept.
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