My little trickster
So the other night, Sissy Girl read me The Hungry Caterpillar, and when she was done, she opened the book to the picture of the butterfly. Then she attacked me with it. This, of course, gave her a great sense of amusement, so last night she attacked me with the paper plate spider she made at Kindermusik. Tonight, she attacked me with this:
I guess I should just count myself lucky that this one is stuffed! That book kinda hurt!