The only thing I like about all this clearing and packing is the clutter free feeling. Well, almost clutter free at least. At least I get to see less of this. Toys on the floor and on the carpet.
Annoyed as I was I found it adorably cute and funny. Lining the animals all in a row. Her daddy would be the one who would be playing with these figurines of her. I thought I still had it in me, but I don't have the imagination to play this sort of games with her. Seeing me playing with these would be as strange as seeing me smoking hoyo de monterrey cigars. That strange. :D So I leave this sort of imagination game to her daddy to play with her. Drawings, paintings, cutting paper, that I can do. :)