I considered this my official welcome to Becca's toddler-hood.
Becca was begging to go outside, so I thought I could make a quick phone call while I sat there and watched her...but within a matter of barely over a minute, she toddled down the sidewalk, then crawled back up the dirty sidewalk (sigh), then crawled back to the edge of the parking lot and peered over the curb...and (ahh!) toppled into an oil spot.
Becca got a rare mid-day bath, but all the grime came off her and the clothes, so our story has a happy ending.
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