The other day Eleanor was playing with my purse. Once she finished picking through it she slung it over her shoulder and started to the door.
"Bye, Mommy." she said.
"Bye. Where are you going?" I asked.
"Chips. I get chips." came the reply.
"Oh." I said. A few seconds pass.
"Stuck! Mommy, stuck! Door stuck!" she shouts when she can't reach the door knob.
I think I'm in for it when she gets her driver's license.
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