Friday, she came home from daycare to find the garage door open and her changing table and diaper genie in the driveway.
"Dis open, Daddy!" she said.
And after a pause: "Dis meins!"
Later there was a certain amount of separation anxiety as her mother conducted a financial transaction.
I had to take her inside. Luckily she's easily distracted by seaweed.
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In other news, her mother and I reckon she's more or less potty-trained now.


