Penelope is just days away from walking. I'd show you video, but I have no camera and refuse to buy any big-ticket items until Black Friday when I can save 50 percent by getting up at 3 a.m.
Hey. I've been up at 3 a.m. for substantially less noble reasons.
The other night, Carolyn and Penny were playing, hard core. Carolyn was chasing Penny around with a Quaker Oats box filled with popcorn. Discount morocha.
So with the squealing and the screaming and the running and the crawling and the screaming, Steve asked me if this was "the pitter-patter of little feet."
Yes. I believe it is.
He smiled. "I didn't think it'd be this loud."
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