Coming to the top of the stairs, I see Hazel in the kitchen below, standing on a chair pulled up to the stove. One of her hands is deep in cold apple crisp, and the other clutches a handful of sticky oats. Oats and sugar encrust her face, the front of her shirt, and the floor under her.
I stare at her. She looks me in the eye, and in a firm voice, says, “Noooooo.” She lifts one hand out of the apple crisp, points her index finger at me, and slowly waves it up and down, repeating. “No, no, no, no.”
Henry, Hazel, and a big tractor thingy
Haha, that is simply adorable.
SO funny. Love that.
Utterly charming.
Who could she possibly be mimicking? So funny!!
I love that she gave her own scolding.
Fantastic. She is just too cute to really get mad at, right?
She has gotten so big! I still think of her as the Gerber baby. Great story.
hahahahahaha!
Another one that left me speechless.
Oh that baby girl. I could eat her up.