That’s the text message I received from my mom this morning.
Ansley loves to be chased. You declare you’re going to get her and she takes off crawling, looking back every now and then to make sure you really are coming after her. She also loves her cell phone. My mom keeps an old flip phone charged so that Ansley can have her phone and see the pictures and push the buttons. Apparently mom went to chase her while she was playing with her phone. And true to her genetics, she refused to put the phone down. She crawled the best she could with the phone in her hand. That’s my girl.
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