Saturday, March 15, 2014
the queen of pout
She's got it down. Along with some serious bedhead.
We went to IKEA on Wednesday with Alicia, and in the nightstand and dressers section Ellie went into full-pout as she hid behind a red dresser. Arms folded, lips out in the most adorable little kissy face, head down. She would not break the pout to tell us what was wrong (and honestly, I hardly even ask anymore.)
But the moment Alicia poked her in the belly Pillsbury dough-boy style, Ellie popped up with a huge grin, laughed, and said
"She got mine belly!"
And ran off giggling.
Like I said, the pout comes out so often I don't even bother to ask anymore.
If all else fails, I can always bribe her with chocolate. Or cottage cheese.