Jacob was having a rough morning a couple of days ago and just would. not. stop. crying. Or fussing. Or whining. Or throwing himself on the floor because the world is ending because no one understands him or the difficulty it is to be a baby in a first world country.
Well, I had had it with him and his noise. So had Elinor, apparently, when she came to me with this scarf wrapped around her head and asked me to tie it so it would cover her ears.
It was a great solution. That is, until we were at the grocery store and she kept wandering off and not being able to hear me call her back...
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You have those too? : )
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