Last night, I back up to talk to her. Upon which she takes as an invite to sit in my lap. She does not realize that she is really NOT a lap dog. So she gets all turned around and we, mind you, WE, read. She looks over at my national government book like she is readin too.
Here is a picture of her in my arms the other day. I had been holdin Crystal, who is the size of my shoe, and she wanted her turn. So she got it.
Hope you kackled!