Today I let Pippa play in the leaves long enough to get dirt on all her white clothing. As you'll see in the photos, she blissfully ignored her mama in favor of munching on some brilliant leaves. Maybe the various colors taste different.
This is sooo not the basement.
Mom's really leaving me here. Alone?!
This leaf looks a little big for one bite. I'll have to minimize it.
That's better. No one here to stop me.
Tastes a little earthy and bitter mom, kinda like that oatmeal you gave me.
I refuse to be incriminated by these phot....was that a chipmunk?
Leaves tear just like magazine pages.
Dad would get a kick out of this. Where is he?
Oh well. More for me!