So, I was washing dishes this morning while Lainey played happily in her playpen. Brett walks by.
Brett: “She’s got something in her mouth.”
Me: (walking over to perform my signature finger swoop move) I stop. Laugh. “It’s a…. it’s a….” Laugh some more. “It’s a baboon head.”
Where in tarnation she found a baboon head, I’ll never know. All I can figure is somewhere, there is an animal pop-up book with a headless baboon hiding in its pages.