This is one of my favorite photos. One night, when Mark was away on one of his many work-related trips, I finally got Iris bathed and dressed in pajamas. I wearily trudged to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Iris ran in and grabbed the step stool. I looked down. She looked up. She said, "I have to climb up high." Then she ran out of the bathroom with the stepstool.
I quickly ran out after her. She put the step stool next to the nightstand to form a staircase. She was halfway up to the top of the dresser when I came in. She quickly came down and turned around to give the, "Who, me?" look.
That's when I noticed she had put on the Groucho Marx glasses that had been in her nightstand drawer. How can you get mad when she looks like this?
Nope. I couldn't be mad at all. In fact, loud laughter and a big hug would be all I could manage.
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