A few weeks back I went on a camping trip with my mom, my sister, and both of the kids. Something about camping transformed my youngest child into Tigger. T-I-Double G-Errrrr.
You know, non-stop bouncing trouncing fun? And well the most wonderful thing about Tigger is that there is only one. Whew. Great news that, because while I love my daughter dearly I don’t think the world could handle two of her.