Under the afghan

A's new favoritest game is to cover herself with Great-grandma D's afghan and toddle around the house, knocking into things. Bat-like, she emits a constant stream of happy high pitched squeals as she goes. Given her track record at avoiding fixed objects-- like walls-- the rest of her radar might be slower in developing.


There's a gay-pride-burqa joke to be made here somewhere, but I haven't been able to come up with it yet.