Robot Emme

Pretty much every time we come home from the grocery store, Emmeline demands I cut up a bag and turn her into a "robot." It's fine with me, because she spends a solid twenty minutes running around screaming "beedy beedy beedy Buck, Buck, Buck!" while I put the groceries away.

 

The other night, she wanted to see the moon and the "other robots in the neighborhood" and so here we are, out in public, with a child who wears a grocery bag.

Done