Predicament

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.

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11 Responses to Predicament

  1. Jason says:

    Publishable. If you don’t mind, I’ll link this from Facebook…

  2. the MomB says:

    I love you, Hazel.

  3. Kristina P. says:

    Hahaha! I love it. Only an amazing blogger would take pics first.

  4. Such a cute little distressed thing.

  5. Tonks says:

    Very Hansel and Gretel with a twist on who ends up in the oven!

  6. Lili says:

    See. I never know what to say. Suffice it to say, I am deeply amused. That face!

  7. Nice Pic. Cute Kid, too!

    Yes, I knew about “Blew a Gasket,” but only because I’ve watched cars like 200 times. Thanks for checking up on me, though 😉

  8. Mikilani says:

    Zina, I love your sense of humor. What a great slice of day-to-day life! 🙂

  9. Jami says:

    Very, very cute! She’ll be glad when she’s older that you took the pic (if she wasn’t the moment you showed it to her).

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