I picked up Lyla from daycare and she was absolutely covered with dirt and wood chips. We had to stop at Target on the way home, and I imagined every passerby calling social services to report me for neglect.
By the time we meandered home through near constant construction, Lyla was a hot dirty mess who was not interested in dinner. So instead she got a bath.
Back downstairs, she struggled to get pasta onto her fork and then into her mouth.
Some people are all about helping a toddler every time she struggles. "Oh, let me help you with that pasta. Poor baby." Is it bad that my first thought is to grab the camera and capture the rage?
Well, I also captured her solving her own problem:
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