Last night Madelyn found the drying rack for Erin’s Camelbak. She tried to wear it like a backpack, but that didn’t work. So she took off her pants and ran around the house banging it on the floor and yelling, “Mexico!”
Today, as we were biking back home from the playground, she had a little meltdown. “Where are my glasses, daddy! My Dora glasses!” I turned around and started heading back to the playground. Then I noticed Madelyn’s glasses were on her head.
Two years old and change, and already Madelyn is as silly and absent-minded as her daddy.