This morning while Ethan was napping, Gemma was playing Play-Doh so I thought I could sneakily start unpacking and putting up our final Christmas tree and the little village I put up on the table beside it. I was wrong. Gemma noticed what I was doing immediately and came running over to "help."
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Gemma applauds herself after successfully cramming a branch on the tree |
To her credit, she did genuinely help me for a while by getting tree branches out of the box and handing them to me. But then her "helping" started to look more like this:
And this:
And this:
And luckily for her, I didn't have time to finish so the box was left there all day for her to enjoy. And enjoy it she did.
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