Tonight while Jocelyn and I were doing a secret Valentine's Day project in the family room, the girls were happily playing in Scarlett's room. We heard them laughing and having a good old time when all of the sudden we heard crying. Jocelyn and I both got up and ran to Scarlett's room. It seems my completely not-weird daughter had squatted in a storage basket and gotten herself stuck. Now, tell me this - is it bad that I laughed? Or is it bad that I didn't take a picture?
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