Why I'd make a bad stay-at-home mom.
I only had my back turned for about five minutes while I was helping Max put together a dinosaur mobile. Last I checked, Esme was safely in front of the bookcase, taking her picture books off the shelf. I could hear her making noises from the next room, so knew she was fine. A few minutes later I walk in to check on her again, and this is what I found. As you can see, she wasn't contrite at all. Of course, my breaking into laughter probably didn't reinforce the "Esme, no!" message that I tried to impart.
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