Oh hey, Mom.
It's me, Brynn.
By the looks of today's photos, you won't even buy that subject line, but just trust me. Me and James were all whining and complaining this morning. It just meant Whitney had to work double-time to get some happy faces!
For instance, you think we were going to be satisfied with JUST THE TWO OF US at the table?? How about a guest bear?? There! Cracker?
I like the way you think. Let's make that two. (We'll just fight over one guest.)
I was very, very busy feeding all of these bears, but--what do you want? A cheesy smile? Sure. Here ya go:
Surely ONE laundry basket would be foolish. So, it's lucky Whitney has two. I mean, unlucky that she can't hold the camera the right way, but...
Then, the worst.
I fell.
I fell up the single step that separates the back room. My injuries were extensive (not), and I illustrated this by pushing out my serious lip. You'll notice it here:
What? Are you suggesting I was NOT gravely injured??
I object. And I'm offended. How DARE you?
Anyway, after mopping my tears, Whitney fetched some blocks.
I believe we call this parallel play...
...but just look how stinkin' cute we are when we work together as a team!
I guess in the end the day worked out OK. Hope you're day's alright, too, Mommy.
Love,
Poet Laureate Lynczowski & Her Hick Truck Driver Sidekick Scully
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