When it's snowy outside, and you're stuck inside, you've got to find somehow to entertain yourself. Fortunately for me, I have a daughter. Unfortunately for her, she has me for a mother...
And only because I committed to being completely truthful for this whole blogging thing, I feel like I need to admit something. You see, I'm a big fan of Skittles. Yes, Skittles. It takes a lot for me to admit it, but I love them. And I know it makes me sound like I'm in third grade, but I'm okay with that... I won't admit, however, that our dogs know the word "Skittle" and are just as addicted as I am.
Piper was watching me eat some the other day and was enthralled with how pretty they were. All shiny and bright, symmetrical and Piper-sized... They're so pretty! I thought she'd like to play with them (under direct supervision, I assure you-- no Skittles made it to her mouth, promise!).
...I was wrong...
But if you look closely, she had a whole handful hidden. When her dad finally came to her rescue and picked her up off the floor, I couldn't find all that I had put down. I thought maybe they got stuck to her jammies or something. I pried open her hand after a few minutes and found about 4. I think she was waiting to eat them later...
We won't call this bad parenting, just working on fine motor skills.
Save some Skittles for me, Sweet P! (I only eat the red ones, though...)
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