Wednesday, July 25, 2012


We were in the office this morning, when Peeper wandered out of the room, I heard something make a biggish noise in the closet, and she started crying.

Turns out, she wanted a red shirt (so she could be a "giant red and blue Christmas tree," of course), so she yanked on the bottom of a red dress until the hook of the plastic hanger snapped, the dress and hanger came  flying at her, and the broken edge of the hanger scratched her face.

I guess it's time to install that Peeper-height closet rod that we've been talking about. 


  1. Of course, I felt obligated to explain it to the doctor this morning, even though she didn't ask.


What say you?