Our daughter is a delightful blend of sweet and sassy, serious and playful, girly-girl and wild-child.
Her father is to thank for her wild streak, and now finds himself bombarded daily by her sweet little voice requesting him to “play rough” with her {which usually involves wrestling, tickling, something dangerous while airborne, and more often than not, some “tooting”}.
She’s going to be a biker chick one day, we’re sure of it.
Until then…she’ll be a ladybug.
What is it exactly this sassy little lass is attempting to do, you ask…?
Why…FLY, of course!
Off of the hot tub cover.
Would you expect anything less from an adventurous little lady{bug}?
I didn’t think so.
