This morning we got a call from our speech therapist saying she had a flat tire and could not make it today. Not a big deal, she'll come one other day this week.
So to make up for her not coming, we decided to take matters into our own hands with the tool she left us.
Well, Ellie took things in her own hands.
Hmmm...I kind of like this.
What is this thing anyway?
Where did it go?
Wait a minute, which one of you crazy boys took my thing?
Seriously, was it you over there?
Look Mom, no hands!
What am I supposed to do now with it?
Let me think...
Is it a hair brush?
A microphone to sing sweet love songs?
Maybe a q-tip?
Maybe the comb again.
You guys want some of this over there?
Back to this? I like my ideas better.
Jacob's interpretation upside down.
Xavier gives her a hat - and we're done.
Rest girl, you worked hard enough!
Goodnight!
