Every day, the girls are getting better about communicating. In fact, just yesterday, Grace uttered her first no. Many more to come, I'm sure.
But when they get excited, their brains tend to go mushy and all they can say is "uh! uh! uh! uh!" And they tug on my hand and yank me in the direction of the crisis.
A couple of days ago, Grace came screeching out of our bedroom and was all "uh! uh! uh!" So, I followed her and when we got into the room, she pointed to the door and looked at me with those crazy eyes that say "Mom, fix this!"
And there was Claire, with her face pressed up against the door to the sunroom. She was trapped.
This happens about every other day because Claire REALLY enjoys shutting herself in rooms and waiting for assistance. Damsel in distress??
So, when Grace came running and grunting at me today, I thought Claire was probably stuck somewhere and needed saving. So, I said "Grace, what is it!?!" And she promptly sat on her bottom, stuck her foot in my face and said, "uh, uh, uh!!!!"
I bent down for a closer look. A crisis, indeed.
There was a smooshed piece of banana wedged between her toes.
That, my friend, is what you get for throwing your food on the floor.
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