This is where I was going to take a photo a day in 2012 but forgot to stop. I also write something random to give you an insight into the craziness that is Susan's mind.
Sunday, March 6, 2016
March 6. Day 66. Partners in crime
Appearances can be deceptive. I do not want to put words in your mouth but people who see Winkle are often surprised that her image is not next to adorable in a picture dictionary. She really is the definition of cute. But do not be deceived by that butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth act. She is a pint sized ball of mischief. My neighbour Margaret uses the terms larrikin and scallywag. If there's trouble brewing it is very likely the little miss is at the centre of it. That's not to say Rumple is innocent. He has taught her may of her wicked ways and is often a partner in crime. But more often than not it's Winkle who is the instigator. Fact is she won't stop until she's mastered each and every trick Rumple has up his paws. She's proven herself to be a fine apprentice too, as is the way of many a determined second child. But there has been one big gap in her education - the doggy door. When she arrived, she'd boldly follow Rumple everywhere. This meant when he jumped through the doggy door she was almost always in position to be hit in the face as it swung back. Do that often enough and that bit of plastic represents not a doorway to fun in the garden but an invite to take a smack on the nose. She's a fast learner. Only last week was she finally ready to forgive and forget and use the door. But just because we've taken toileting outside doesn't mean we stop playing with toilet paper inside, does it Winkle?