Most mornings Paige climbs into bed with me (after she is awake, and I am trying to wake up) and plays with her toys for a while.
There is usually a morning inspection of my face. This consists of careful looking at my eyes, teeth, and chin.
At the end of morning inspection, (I assume, to make sure nothing has gone awry with my face in the night), she pronounces a statement.
Last week's pronouncement: "Oh good! Eyelashes!"
This morning's: "No owies! Good Job!"
What does she think I do in the night?
Don't you just wonder??
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