I can't believe she's tall enough to ring the windchimes all by herself now...
So, after playing in the backyard and collecting some Bleeding Hearts (I don't know the correct horticultural name), Ellison took the fistful into the house. Upon entering, she saw my Bible laying there, and asked for it. She then proceeded to place her Bleeding Heart flowers on the barstool, place the Bible on top of them, and start pushing down on the Bible with all her might. When I asked her what she was doing, she said, "I'm pressing flowers," like, duh. And for the record, I did not ask her to re-enact this, my camera was literally laying right there. I had NO IDEA where she knew about flower pressing from.
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