Yesterday, I was doing something in the kitchen.

The babes were playing in the living room.

Ezzy on the floor, chilling with the toys.

L, pushing her baby doll around.

All of a sudden, L came running around the corner with a concerned look on her face.

She looks at me, points up at the refrigerator and says something to me.

I, of course, can't fully interpret what she's saying.

But I quickly understand that she wants the fly swatter on top of the fridge.

I hand it to her, she shakes her head yes and runs back around the corner.

I follow her, intrigued.

She heads right over to the window, where she goes to work...