Battle of the wits at 722 Hestor

So, regrettably, it has been brought to my recent attention that my dad, my very own flesh and blood, has developed doubts regarding my laissez faire attitude toward my personal skillset development. In fact, the very phrase "just a dumb blond" has been heard in reference to me - apperently just b/c I choose not to waste the energy to cut a tooth or take a step.



These photos prove all that wrong. Dad probably thinks that I don't realize that I have adopted a dark corner of the kitchen for my newest play area. But I draw your attention to the height of my hair - and that is pretty high even for my hair.


Little does Dad realize that while he is layering and (whining) and trying all sorts of remedies to combat the recent cold weather - I have chosen to play directly in front of the heating vent. I'm actually so toasty I often have to lose the sweater. Here I sit, hour after hour, pleasantly warm while the rush of the hot air drowns out Dad's complaining.


I believe one word sums it all up for you dear father figure - SURVIVAL OF THE SMARTEST