The other night Trey and I were sitting on the couch (trey with his guitar in hand, me filling out my Deal or No Deal application....details to come) when we hear Sophie crying.
It was a pathetic cry. A real pity cry for help.
"Sophie?", we call.
It was a pathetic cry. A real pity cry for help.
"Sophie?", we call.
Nothing. Just more pleas for rescue.
Where was she?
Panic sets in.
Trey, being the calm man that he is, begins walking around the house.
We follow the sound of the cry.
And then, we found her...
She had climed into a bowl that I have sitting on a shelf thingie on our dining room table. She climbed in, but was scared to get down. Thank goodness her mama was there to snap a few pictu
res and rescue the poor child. 
And then, we found her...
She had climed into a bowl that I have sitting on a shelf thingie on our dining room table. She climbed in, but was scared to get down. Thank goodness her mama was there to snap a few pictu
res and rescue the poor child. 
Being a parent of a toddler is tough...you really do have to keep your eyes constantly on them.
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