A Box, a Bag, a Broom and a Brush

Charlotte sure did like this box that Baka and Deda left.  

First thing in the morning, gotta climb into the box.

Daddy took her for some rides in it, too.

Making sure I didn't forget to unpack any of the groceries.

The broom from the kitchen closet.  She pulled it out of the closet and walked around with it for awhile.   I am sure as soon as she figures out how to use it, it won't be nearly as interesting - though by then she shouldn't be fighting the impulse to lick it, too (one can hope anyway).

"See, I can brush my own teeth, really, I can, I have the toothpaste and everything!"
Oh no, it's the "gimme the camera, I want it now" pre-tantrum face.