She wouldn't walk for me.
She wouldn't even sit.
Or smile.
She wanted nothing to do with it:
After writhing in the grass like she was being killed, wailing like a banshee, and ripping off her headband, she eventually sat up. I was hopeful she was going to dig deep and rise to the occasion. After all, she's nothing if not camera friendly............and then my battery died.
Maybe she'll be more cooperative if her daddy sat in the grass sporting a headband and tutu!
ReplyDeleteIsn't that ALWAYS how it goes!!!!
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