Tiger Hunt

I’m proud of myself. I just maneuvered my way out of a developing meltdown of the “I don’t want a shower, I don’t want bedtime, I want caaaaaandy!!!!” proportions with a hunt for imaginary color-striped tigers. We hunted tigers all over the shower, then all over the bedroom, and then into bed, with happy giggles.

I’ve had a bastard of a day and still managed to come up with the tigers on the fly. I feel a sense of accomplishment.

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