... it only means Amiya has been there.
She's onto this new thing where she must close any doors that are open and vice versa. We had to purchase more childproof doorknobs yesterday as we were finding little plastic toys all over the house (in the shower, in our bed).
She also has turned into a bit of a drama queen. We'll let her know that we're no longer interested in eating plastic grapes with mustard sauce and she'll throw a mini-tantrum with her hand pressed to her cheek like in the Scream! panting. We now have a "tantrum mat" in the foyer and she has to go sit on it when theatrics commence. Perhaps a trip to the Oscars is in our future as she is very, very convincing.
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