Autumn has decided that one of her favourite things to do is to wear foam stack blocks on her wrists, crawl around, and occasionally throw her arms up in the air. Well, that and fling the aforementioned foam blocks off of her wrists at the bad guys. We bought her (like, last year...so long ago) a set of foam stack blocks. Some of them have shape things in the centres so that when removed there's a big hole through it. Hence the hands go through and voila...they're on her wrists.
Tonight, when AR was performing one of her crawling/arm outreaching/foam wrist guard things (think WonderWoman maybe???) G asked her if she was a super hero...at which a mere second later a very nice loud 'thick' sounding fart emerged from the behind of said Super Girl. Of course I, the lowly dad sidekick, was at the receiving end of the Super Farty Girl death blast. Next time I'll try to get out of the way...
stay tuned...
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