Mom thinks that Crystal is just like me when I was a little kid. She likes to seek in the basket.
Remember when this is where I fell asleep?
I like to read her stories. She likes to hang out with me when I am doing my schoolwork. Sometimes she isn’t too helpful when she opts to lay on Mom’s textbook.
We even nap together. One of these things is not like the other, one of these things does not belong!
