Bama working on a tape measure one morning. She liked the sound and the action. I love how she tugs on it, slowly, revealing its length. I also love, love her joy at its motion, sound, and her mastery of the tape measure.
I watched it a couple of times in a row, giggling. Mister: “You know what I think? I think you love our daughter.”
It’s true. I have a big fat crush of love on this girl.