Is there a problem here?

Oh hey, Mom.

 

It's me, Brynn.

 

All day today, I've been like this: Is there a problem? Where? Where's the problem??

 

Here. Here's an example. Is there a problem here?

 

So, I hold my lid-free cereal bowl vertically while I lie down in a puddle of limbs. Is there a problem here?

 

See? I got this big guy trained well enough that he just cleans up for me! (Look at him with that judgey head angle! He's like, "Brynn, we might've seen this coming.")

 

A short time later, I was onto the power tools and--what? Is there some problem here? Dames found a buffet. Do you see something else?

 

Neenee's forever telling us to Get Down! when we play this game...

 

But... Is there some probl--whoaaaaaaaaa!

 

(Don't worry. I was totally fine. See? No problem!)

 

At Neenee's favorite store, we found 'struction! Problem? Neenee didn't buy a single one! Dubya-tee, lady!

 

Giant Kitty! Problem? It's possible she's cuter than me... Out of the cart, sweetie. Thanks for stoppin' by.

 

Problem here? Well, you might notice my chin... (Free chocolate chip sample! No problem there.) But my watery eye... Well, there WAS a major problem. Our checkout guy was big. And he had a beard. Like an ax murderer beard. Neenee told him I hated him, but he was all, "Me? Kids love me!" You, sir, are everyone's problem. (Anyway, that's what I meant to convey with my checkout tears.)