Day Two Hundred Forty One

So The Girl has a fascination with parasols that when we went to the store the other day it came as no surprise as to what she wanted. Later on in the day she had asked me to cut one of her balloons. I asked her why but she wouldn't tell me.

 

Fast forward to this morning when she woke me up and showed me what she made: an island vacation holiday.

 

I looked at it, then looked at her, then looked at it again. She is something else.

Done