Over the holidays, we had the pleasure of a wonderful weekend visit with Brian's parents. Brian's Mom kindly brought homemade chocolate gobs which were kept high up, far out of the reach of little fingers--or so we thought. I ran downstairs with Liliana for two minutes and the following sequence of photos is what I saw upon my return:
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| 1. Startled at being caught. |
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| 2. Tickled by her own antics. (yes, she climbed onto the table using a stool and a chair and from there reached the gob container up on the counter, opened it, and grabbed one in each hand) |
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| 3. Pure happiness. |
4. Ignoring my presence and focusing on the yumminess.
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