If I need five minutes to do something without the aide of Mr. Harry
I can hand him a shirt or pair of pants and he will spend a good while trying
to put it on. It always ends up on his legs (no matter what I hand him)
but he's pretty proud of himself after he gets it on. When I hear a faint
"Yay!" from the other room I know my time is up. |
Those are quite the names for her pet caterpillars. :)
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