Fiona demonstrated a new talent tonight. I gave her a new toy spring. She hockey pucked it under the dishwasher and the sat there for a minute in frustration. I went to get the yard stick but she flattened herself into a cat rug and went in. She played with it for a bit with a concerned Ash chortling in front of the dish washer. (There is an enclosed dead space next to dishwasher.)
Scrabble, scrabble, scrabble. And Fi went racing across the kitchen in pursuit of the spring.
The two of them just brought me the spring and wanted me to throw it. I did and they were off!