Faces

Let me set up the this story for you.

Stephen and I were trying to have an adult conversation after dinner the other night. We were sitting outside on the deck and Allie kept running around the table roaring like a racecar.

She next started racing matchbox cars on the glass table (it was very noisy).

Stephen and I could hardly communicate with all the chaos, so we kindly asked our daughter to go indoors and play.

She reluctantly marched right inside, closed the door behind her, and sat down staring at us with her face pressed against the glass.

Then, the faces began....and I got distracted from conversing with my husband.