Kem loves to have something (she isn't very particular) in one of her hands wherever she goes. She will rearrange the locations of everything in the house that is transportable by a baby. Today she was dragging around a small blanket and using it to play peekaboo with us or the dogs, or throwing it on the floor and lying down on it before dragging it on to the next stop. Then she started walking around with the blanket covering her head and face, talking to herself while beneath the blanket as if exclaiming how cool this new trick was.
Then she walked into a chair.
Her feelings were dreadfully hurt (what a rotten chair!) but I couldn't help snickering as I quieted her wails of injustice.
Yup. This is definitely my child.