I managed to get home a little early yesterday. Caught Matilda after her afternoon nap and before she was ready for dinner and bed.
It's becoming increasingly clear that she's my child. Poor thing is a leftie (say hello to awkward spiral-bound notebook use and scissors that sort of pinch.)
We gave her some edible bits to stick to her face
and showed her the gift from my boss and his wife.
Then we determined that we should really stop spending money on toys for her
because while she likes them well enough,
she'd just as well play with my old selzer bottles.
