A week or two ago (or three, or maybe six months because WHEN did we last have sunshine?), Carter was taking out the recycling for me. I'd cleaned out the fridge and pantry so he had to make a few trips. I set the bags by the front door and he ran them back and forth.
Rebeka, always a sucker for an open door, scooted herself over there, contemplated closing the door (her signature move), but instead, watched her brother go back and forth. When he'd appear around the corner, she would just wiggle and squeal with glee. When he'd disappear again, she would almost close the door, while peeking out.
Rebeka, always a sucker for an open door, scooted herself over there, contemplated closing the door (her signature move), but instead, watched her brother go back and forth. When he'd appear around the corner, she would just wiggle and squeal with glee. When he'd disappear again, she would almost close the door, while peeking out.
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