Pulling off her socks.
"Who, me???"
Of course, she's done it for months in her crib as a sort of coping method. Like a last-ditch effort to gnaw at her feet to stop from crying, that turns into an accidental removal.
Heartbreaking, I know. And sort of drama queen-ish.
But now the removal is a fun game.
And I'm sort of convinced she's timing herself to see how quickly she can get them off when my back is turned.
Case in point: today I barely had time to drive around the corner to the gas station before she yanked the darn things off.
And then she just smiled at me like, "hehe...look what I did, Mama."
She gets such joy out of this sneaky little act of deviance.
Cute little stinker.
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