Somebody is slightly obsessed with myI-don't-use-Palmolive-but-wash-a-lot-of-dishes gloves.
But who can blame her?
They are yellow, after all.
(I actually blame Dr. Seuss and those Snuvs with gloves.)
So we put on The Clapping Song and have ourselves a little dance.Watching a 2 year old dance around with
exaggeratedly large yellow hands
makes my day.
And hers too, I think.
Uh-oh. Rio just saw me writing this and now she is in the kitchen
pointing and saying, "glubs? glubs? peeaassee?!"
Better get to dancing!
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