Mama was admiring her potato patch when we all decided we needed a push on the swingset.
June and I love to swing. June's always liked it. I've just recently overcome my fear of them. (Seriously, I wouldn't even go in a baby swing when I was a newborn.)
Henry pushed while mama took pictures.
Heaven forbid June do anything normal.
Then Henry took a turn too.
Guess who's tying his own shoes now?
While June might not be a conformist (ahem, veil), she certainly had proven to be very creative. How many other little girls play house with a pile of plastic bugs. AND bother to create an elaborate backstory?
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