Dad put me in a bag.

I'm always so happy to see Dad when he comes home in the evening. While Mom makes dinner, Dad and I horse around. Sometimes he lets me ride on his shoulders (don't worry I hold on tight...to his hair!!!).



One time he thought I'd like playing in a TJ's grocery bags. I think he wanted me to practice for future father-daughter potato sack races!



Dad explains to me that I'm named after a flower. He provides visuals so I get the picture!



Finally, dinner time! But don't expect me to chow down. I prefer just to play with my plastic silverware.