teeny tiny refinements that we'll have to work on as they continue to age.
It's my fault really. I imagine that it started when I taught my greyhound, Clay, to climb up on the armchair. It's been his very own for nearly a decade. I can't tell him to get down now!
So it didn't take long for my girls to learn that I've got a pretty relaxed attitude about furniture, especially since we got all of ours for free. It's nothing pretty--it clashes terribly--but it's comfortable and man is it fun to jump on.
It wouldn't be so bad except that this weekend, Evie started recruiting her cousin to leap from their great-grandma's couch.
It's one thing to do it at home, another to do it as a guest in someone else's house.At least she says Please, Thank You, Excuse Me and Bless You. I probably should have nipped it in the bud when she first started. Oh, well. It could be a lot worse.