While I ran into the kitchen to try to get supper started last night, I heard the following trailing from the living room.
Avery: "No, Braden! No, Braden! No, Braden; NO!"
Avery: "No sir Braden man!"
Braden: "(more giggles)"
Avery: "AWWWWWW! Momma!"
Let me add here that I hear this 'conversation' a lot these days. Braden loves to wait until Avery is settled, then steadily approach her domain, only to mess up her perfectly lined up trinkets.
She gets flustered, picks everything up, plops down three feet away from previous said position, only to repeat the routine several times until perching atop the couch.
So, I ignored her cries for the minute (they weren't that bad), because I was about to head back in to check in on the pair anyway.
When I got back to the living room, I found Avery on top of the couch.
Braden still giggling proudly in the middle of the floor,
I felt so bad and shile massaging Avery's head. I asked her, "Where did he pull this from?" (Meaning which spot...)
She replied with an emphatic duh, "From my head, Momma!"