On Monday, when I told Peeper it was time for photos, she ran and sat by Mr. Panda, because that’s usually what that means. When I offered to make those her “official” panda pictures for the month, she protested and insisted that we take more the next day.
Yesterday, as we were getting in the car, she said, “Oh no! We forgot to take a picture with Mr. Panda!” I assured her that we’d do it after school, but well, nope, that didn’t happen.
So, here she is, fifty-eight months and one day old.