The Apple Never Falls Far From the Tree

Last night I made a batch of margaritas for a friend’s birthday party. Ella curiously followed me around (via her butt-bump. She refuses to crawl) as I gathered the ingredients. While mixing the concoction, Ella gave me with a look of understanding and scooted her way out of the kitchen. A few seconds later I heard clinking glass and came into the den to find this. Noticed how she pulled out the good stuff first, but grabbed a smaller bottle that she could stash in her diaper.

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