She can stretch her arms across an entire Walmart aisle to grab the most breakable or loudest-when-dropped item on the opposite side. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear this was her father:
She can peel the paint off walls with one ear piercing squeal. She may be the first child ever removed from church for being happy. (I will not assault your eardrums with a sound clip. You’re welcome.)
She can levitate. Or at least climb really high, really fast, really easily.
She can break anything almost instantly. Super Glue is no match for her.
And she can turn one, tiny chocolate candy
Into an atom bomb of messy devastation.
Behold the Power of the Dimples. She's only 2. Heaven help us all.
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