knock knock knock

Last week, the baby grabbed her wheelie bug and zoomed down the hallway and rammed it into the bedroom door. She called out to me in her little baby way, stretching out her little arm and holding her hand out for me to take so that I would know she wanted me. I said, “You got to knock on the door. Go knock, knock, knock.”

The baby lifted her hand and knocked three times on the door, so I walked over and opened the door for her.

Someone understands more than I give her credit for.

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