Ah, Michaela. Yes, we're back to her.
I have two related pictures tonight because I couldn't choose between them.
First we have the kid playing in the doorway from the living room into the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. Why she couldn't bring the toys 5 more steps into the living room, I don't know. This is the second time in a few weeks that this particular toy has stopped right here. It's fun stepping around all the plastic food, along with the grill itself. She's awesome.
Since she was grilling, though, she had to, of course, feed someone. Apparently the yumminess that cooked away in the crockpot all day wasn't as appetizing as plastic hamburgers and hotdogs. And ketchup and mustard "drinks." Personally, I'm glad to see she protected both her own and Daddy's shirts with the napkins.
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