I really love food. Apparently, too much food can be a bad thing. I hear exercise can counteract that problem. I run so I can eat. Thus, I love to run.
Yesterday, when little girl heard the microwave go off, her initial reaction was to run to the kitchen, “I get it! I get it!”.
Of course, I told her “no, its hot Pey, mommy will get it”.
She slumps off…or so I thought.
No, she gets the stool, gets the hot pads, and goes back over to the microwave to “safely” remove the hot items.
Today, she had a light pen that goes to a book. I told her, “yeah, that goes to a book, I don’t know where it is”
Two minutes later, she comes out of her room with the book. I guess she found it!
She tried it out, but the pen was in need of batteries. And I told her that.
Five minutes later, she comes out of Papa’s den with a three pack of batteries. I had no idea where she got them from. Of course, they were the wrong type of battery, but it was a valiant effort. Turns out the batteries had come from a box that has a radio in it. Who knew. (apparently Peyten…)
That’s my girl :)