Lyla, I love your goofiness! Tonight, after brushing your teeth, you ran out of the bathroom. I tell you to get back here and put your stool away. Immediately you tell me you can't. You say, "But I don't have hands, I can't." You come in with your arms in your shirt. No hands to be seen!
This is not the first time, nor will it be the last of your fast thinking goofiness. I like that you are a creative thinker and that you have such fun in your life. I love you!
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