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Yes. That’s my little troublemaker. In a bag. What you can’t see is everything else she managed to stick in there. A basketball. A few toys. Woody. Then she stood there, with her feet stuck under everything, saying, “help!”
And here’s the troublemaker with poo on her face. No, just kidding. Seeing if you were paying attention. She was, let’s say, over enthusiastic with the washable markers. And my little monkey knew she was being a handful. I could barely get her to stand still to take this picture. She kept running up and down the hall yelling, “dirty! dirty!”
And onto a different bag, a bag of foe.
I’ve been saving this post from Angry Chicken so I’d know where to get some FOE (that’s fold over elastic). And now that I have some, I don’t have any more excuses for not starting a reverse applique swing skirt.