what’s the deal with babies and fireplaces?
homegirl won’t stop climbing.
i said, “tanner! what are you doing?” she responded, “no!”
awesome.
in conjunction with all seven of our fire alarms going off at 3am and then 4am (for thirty minutes) last night, perhaps she’s aspiring to be a firewoman.
these days, i’m wishing i spoke Spanish. but i don’t. i speak cake.
half of this one says “will you help me make a budget?” and the other half says “welcome back to America.”
effective communication?
yum yum.
