My mother-in-law made the minion a plushy of The Child, aka Baby Yoda, from The Mandalorian.
I want one too!
Baby Yoda
Asides
Growing up
And just like that, the minion no longer needs her step stool and training seat to use the toilet. (She’s fallen in a couple times, but thinks it’s very funny when that happens.)
This morning she also selected her own outfit for the day and dressed herself, and brushed her teeth, all without any assistance from us.
I’ll be teaching her how to drive one of these days (don’t tell anyone, but I’ve already started…)
A new type of commerce
The minion is currently running a shop out of a freezer box in our living room selling various baked goods.
When asked what something costs she replies, “Give me your wallet,” upon which she removes what she thinks is an appropriate sum. Most expensive plastic donuts ever!
Sometimes she puts money in, instead, through…
A new barber
Daddy, why are you shaving?
Because my beard is getting too long.
We should get some sheep to eat the hairs on your face short.
In other news, the minion is turning four this weekend!
On masks and glasses
Wearing a mask in a cold environment, like say, the frozen food section at the supermarket, when you also wear glasses…doesn’t work.
