She Makes Me Work For Them

For the first twenty minutes I normally get a very somber look from this little one. Or more like a "I'm going to sit here and stare at you with my lips pursed just because I can and you can't make me smile even if you hang upside down from your toes and whistle like a monkey" kind of look.


But then... slowly.....slowly. (Normally candy is involved as well as some tickling from mom) and we get this.

And yes, I know it's March and in all the normal parts of the country..... it might be raining. Here, no. We have snow here. Wet, wet snow. Eatable snow.

Song: Yellow, Coldplay