As y’all know, last Tuesday we got rid of Caroline’s pacis. She has done incredibly well and hasn’t even asked for them, so I basically dodged a bullet on this one.
Last week, we went to this really cool neighborhood toy store because I had promised that once the pacis were gone, she could pick out a new big girl toy, whatever she wanted. This is what she picked.
This is further proof that she does indeed have only 50% of my DNA because she obviously hasn’t developed her Mama’s ability to find the most expensive thing in the store. And in case you’re wondering what that is, as near as I can tell it’s a green, squishy ball type thing that you can throw or wear on your head like a mohawk type wig. Seriously.