But naturally, too many goodies tempted inside to be satisfied with peers through the window. Which is when Mr. S had the brilliant idea to see if the garage would open. Which it did. Which led to all of us breaking & entering into our own house, with a 2 1/2 year old in tow (hopefully this won't end up on K's permanent record).
There was lots to see - including the granite countertops! - so I'm glad we went in. But I was quickly reminded of why children and construction zones don't mix - K went running through the empty rooms as fast as her little feet (with too-big shoes) would take her, and several trips had her covered head-to-toe with dust and dirt by the time we left. She looked like she'd been to a war zone, not to her aunt and uncle's new house!
Can't wait for you to come over again to play, K... but we'll wait until the house is finished first!
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