Tempess, Tempess, Tempess, Tové

A few nights ago, Tové and I were sitting on the couch when she started crawling to the edge. She pulled herself up and started leaning over trying to grab stuff from the table. I let her assert her independence for 0.2 seconds before….

Tempess.

Nothing.

Tempess.

Still nothing.

TEMPESS!

Is this girl ignoring…oooooohhhhhh wait.

Tové.

She turned, flashed her biggest “I’m the boss” smile and crawled over to me.

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