Char dropped a full, just-opened 4-litre jug of milk off the dining room table this morning. Right after she spilled my coffee and right before she stood at the window to bark at the neighbours dog throwing him into fits. Charming. It is a good thing she is cute. I don't remember Emmett ever doing things like that. Maybe I have mommy amnesia.
She redeemed herself when we went to visit my friend Amy and her Charolais cattle at the livestock fair. Char barked at the cows and called them puppies. We watched a cow get a haircut and taught Amy the sign for cow. I finally got Charlotte to moo by the time we got home.