Today's installment: baby potato heads, makin out.
I love that they're kind of giggling about it.
The cat is watching, and she's pleased.
And there's a parasol.
This is starting to sound like ee cummings.
Sometimes I wonder what I should think when I find these little tableaus, which have clearly been arranged by a three-year-old girl. Usually I just move on without commenting. They know what's up - no need for me to put my opinion on what's going on in their head.
Or, I obsessively take pictures and share it with the whole wide world.