She’s like a detective finding that last missing sock. She’s kinda’ like a pirate finding buried treasure under the couch or behind furniture (we found a missing piece of my new toy that way). But as Indiana Jones she played detective AND found buried treasure yesterday. I have four new teeth on top. Four! And if you think that these things aren’t enough to compare her to Indy because he has more death defying physical feats, you’re wrong. Just this morning she saved me from falling to my potential death off the bed and from near electrocution from the computer cords when I went crawling by them.

If Mommy is Indiana Jones, Daddy must be Darth Vader because he knows what’s going to happen before it happens. Like today, I had my very own chai and I wanted to drink it in the living room. Daddy warned I’d spill it, but I was being careful using two hands and drinking it away from the couch. However, I was using the couch as my own personal gymnastics mat and kicked my chai over on the side table. Darth Vader intuition, I tell you. I got a Star Wars-sized time-out after that.