So the other day I change the sheets on our bed. I shake out the comforter and feather bed to make them all fluffy and comfy and stuff. Then, with my back turned, my daughter jumps on the bed creating a divet in the bedding all the way down to the mattress springs. "Fresh tracks!" she yells.
A different day we're all eating dessert and without waiting she lays the fork down on the frosting. "Fresh tracks!" she yells.
I think my future of getting fresh tracks in this family is in serious jeopardy. She's 6.
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