I just went to see what was going on when I heard Hazel making sounds of distress in the kitchen. This is how I found her:
What kind of mother runs to get her camera before rescuing her child? Probably the same kind of mother that regrets not getting a photo last week when her daughter got into the apple crisp.
Hazel is camera-savvy enough that she popped her binky out of her mouth when she saw the camera–but wouldn’t smile once she realized I was going to take the picture before getting her off the chair.
P.S. The oven wasn’t on. She was trying to get cold biscuits left over from last night’s dinner.