This weekend, Evelyn was getting upset about something and I could not figure out what it was. Not unusual, really, except she kept going to the refrigerator and pointing, whining, trying to open the door, walk around the kitchen, come back to the refrigerator, etc. Being the keen deducer that I am, I opened the refrigerator and asked what she wanted. Milk? Sippy cup? Beans (she loves black beans right now)? Cheese? No, just more pointing and whining and frustration. I picked her up and walked around the kitchen, trying to figure out what she was pointing at. The word "wagh-wagh" kept getting repeated, but I didn't know what it meant. (Or, rather, the cracker I thought she wanted was decidedly NOT what wagh-wagh meant at that moment.)
We finally got back to the refrigerator, Evelyn pointed at the freezer and I opened it up. There, at the end of her little finger, was the secret stash of Girl Scout Thin Mints.
Smarty pants...
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