Guess who?

J bought A a Mr. Potato Head. I'm glad she didn't try to put on the eyes!

This morning I was in the kitchen, and A was unusually quiet. Quiet usually spells trouble when you're dealing with a 22 month old, but today it spelled creative.
A put two of my shirts on (one on and one over her head), as well as two of J's boxers (look closely near her ankles). I think this is hilarious, and it is a good reminder not to leave the folded laundry on the couch. Apparently it's just too tempting!