One day I walked into my bedroom to find my daughter sitting on my bed wearing my favorite sweater.
So I grabbed my camera.
She continued to roll around, all wrapped up in that oatmeal sweater.
Then she put on my reading glasses from my bedside table.
And things got weird.
I think I'll start calling her Martha.
Then she ditched the glasses and found my earrings.
And she hooked them over her ears like she always does.
Then things got weird all over again.
Maybe this is Martha sans dentures?
Yay! Martha gots her teeth back.
Then I squeezed her and kissed her. I mean, what else could I do?