Somebody recently had a post about ankle biters. Her story was about friendly children, but my picture of ankle biters is a little different. We have two of them living at our house, and the worst culprit is Max. After all, an ankle is about all he can reach. But he is also the house supervisor, and usually has to stick his nose into whatever is going on.
Just to make sure everything is being done correctly.
Oh, don’t have three with E and Max in them. Would you settle for E and a squishy fish with a blue hat? Yes, that’s her dinosaur pajamas and morning hair.
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