I asked Elizabeth where her milk was Friday evening, just to see what she'd do. Miraculously, she crawled over to the end table, stood up, and started happily sipping her milk. Surely it's a fluke... I thought. So over the course of the next several days, I asked her again and again. Each time with the same results. She'd find where she last left her sippy (often the end table), crawl over to it, and drink away. I finally documented this feat Sunday afternoon. Enjoy!
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| Elizabeth, where is your milk? |
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| Found it!! |
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| Such a smart girl |
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