Saturday morning, Taylor was in bed with us for a little bit and start pushing her way down to get off the bed. She was fussing as she reached the bottom and I said, “Taylor, what do you want?” She left the room and went into the living room/kitchen area, came back into our room and threw something on the bed. I leaned up to see what it was (didn’t have my glasses on) and started laughing. It was her bib.
Needless to say, I got up and fixed her breakfast.