One Little Monkey

Does everyone remember how they would climb all over their swing set when they were growing up?  Because I definitely do and this girl is just testing the waters.  I kind of dread when she wants to go outside and play because I know it'll mean her running inside and telling me how I HAVE to get the camera and take pictures of her.  Constantly.  You might be thinking how I shouldn't mind because I'm her mom and moms like to do things like that, but what you're clearly forgetting is that I'm vying for the World's Worst Mom and, thus, have no desire to go outside, in the heat mind you, and take pictures of the same thing over and over.  But every once in awhile I get up off my cookies and appease her.  And I'm glad I did.  She really is a little monkey.