The Statue of Liberty

When you open the door you never know what you're going to get.

I can’t understand the child.

By now she should be exhausted because it’s day 3 of late nights despite our best efforts to get her to bed in a timely manner.

It was apprehension when I asked BW how the morning went and it was surprise when she told me all went well.

Huh. Go figure.

But…there’s always the end of the day.

Nope.

I got greeted with the Statue of Liberty:

note the play-doh roller for the flame.

“Dad!. I’ll go stand on my bed and you come find me and I’ll be the statue of Liberty”

Sure, I told her.

I opened the door to the sight you see in the photos above.

Keep standing tall,

TH and Co.