Our adventure in Foresting was courtesy of Bellerina's new favorite phrase "Wassat?", otherwise known to non-toddler owning humans as "What's that?". An apparently harmless phrase, that a 1 year old can wield like a repetitive pick axe.
The hammock conversation went something like this:
B: Wassat?
Me: Tree
B: Wassat?
Me: Grass
B: Wassat?
Me: Tree
B: Wassat?
Me: Toppling fence
B: Wassat?
Me: Tr(interrupted by another Wassat)ee
You get the picture.
A half hour later we had cataloged everything in our backyard, from the fence that will probably blow over tonight if a squirrel sneezes, to the barren unplanted garden, and our totally awesome fire pit.
For those of you who have been reading a little note: Do not hold your breath waiting for a picture of the matching shirt for her party. Epic fail. Totally miscalculated the size of my boobs.
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