Amy just poured Gatorade all over my pants and cried when I quickly moved her to the floor to clean the mess. I suppose I over reacted and could have handled her more gently.
Now she cries because her baby doll doesn’t fit in a box she’s aquired. Oh. All better. She made it work.
She is playing happily with her doll. Some of her cutest words for me are when she says “Uh oOH!”
