Last Saturday, Baby H went to a friend's birthday party where they had a clown who did magic tricks for the kids, including live animals. Baby H enthusiastically encouraged all attempts at slapstick humor by the clown.There was also plenty of sugar and face painting. When Baby H finally got to the front of the line, the clown asked how she wanted her face painted. She enthusiastically opted for Spiderman, but Mommy managed to talk her down to being a baby jaguar instead.
At the end of the party, the kids were given gift bags. On the subway home, Baby H found and ate all of the candy in the bag, turning into a caffeinated superball for the rest of the afternoon, which she spent stalking her parental prey, making "baby jaguar sounds", and pouncing on us repeatedly.
Bedtime couldn't come soon enough that evening.
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