Ooh, look dada, it's a sign for my birthday! I only know because you told me, not because I can read yet:
Ooh, what a nice flower down there:
Ooh, nice flowers up here too. So nice that I must touch them. With my eyes half-closed:
Uh ohhhhhhh, dada. They fell on the ground. Through no fault of my own. Completely by themselves:
Let me do them a solid and pick them up off the ground:
Here, dada! Fix the uh-oh!
I'll just keep my hands to myself now, lest we have another "Flowergate":
Maybe I'll scrapbook these photos with captions at some point . . .