This is the face of mischief. |
She peeked into the kitchen at me, and I peeked back. She was fussing, and I knew it was dinner time, so I brought her a little snack. Copper must have heard the bag rustle because he nosed his way in to the scene as well. Tilly happily accepted the cheese cube. Copper happily accepted one, too.
One of the few ways to keep Tilly happily contained, at least for a few minutes, is to put her in her highchair. I love this picture because she is obviously in deep contemplation over her black beans and also because I love the way she has her ankles crossed. So lady-like.
This is the face of mischief and sweetness.
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