Just walked past my 2-year old daughter. She's been super rashy lately, so I didn't re-diaper her screaming bottom this last time...thought I'd air her out a bit. When I passed her just now, she had located a hand held mirror and was crouched over it, investigating her interior from below.
Next thing you know, she'll be slamming into some rude person's car in a crowded parking lot.
Go Towanda!
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28 August 2009
She's In Touch With Her Towanda
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