Little goofball.

My daughter is a nut. Seriously. A weirdo. A hilarious little ball of crazy. She is one of the goofiest kids I've ever met. (From whom could she have gotten this silly & sassy personality? It's a mystery.) She makes me laugh a bazillion times a day. She's a certifiable loon. I give you the evidence:

Exhibit A - She crawls around the house with a turtle bath toy in her mouth. Oh, you couldn't tell it was a turtle? Maybe that's because his ENTIRE HEAD is in her mouth. She literally crawls around like this like it's no big thing.

Exhibit B - She loves to stand on the A/C vent and let the air blow up her dress.

Exhibit C - She will wedge herself in between the fireplace and her house to play with the empty toy basket, rather than the hundreds of toys she has spewed all around our family room. It looks like Geoffrey the Giraffe threw up in this place, I swear. Yet she goes straight for the non-toys. I'm going to get her an empty wipes container and some plastic hangers for Christmas.

Exhibit D - She shoves a third of a banana in her mouth, whole. And then proceeds to chew the whole thing up for the next 3 minutes. (This is either evidence that she's a goofball or that she has a big mouth/likes to eat. I think her thigh rolls are proof enough of the latter.)