Currently, there's a battle raging in the playhut. It appears that Evelynn, wise beyond her
Brilliant plan, until a thief sneaks in from the back.
The cunning Madelynn offers an imaginary trade. Here baby, let me distract you with this nothingness in my hand so that you may drop your guard and allow me easy access to your flashing electronic device.
The inexperienced Evelynn almost falls for it, but quickly recovers. Madelynn's next advance involves tattling, which proves fruitless. Now for a real trade, one princess lip gloss for one cell phone.
This time it works. Evelynn moves the lip gloss from hand to hand and quickly realizes that she has been bamboozled. What the hell does a baby need lip gloss for? Ev tries to trade back and finds her hands empty.
And now it gets physical.
I wish these pictures had sound. Mads is screaming, "It's my turn, Baby! Mine!" Evelynn, unable to form complete sentences just grunts and screeches in protest. It's the baby equivalent of a war cry.
Ev put up a good fight, but with the attention span of a goldfish, she just didn't have the stamina to continue. Madelynn is victorious and Evelynn can't remember what just happened.
I wish I could make a call, but it's not my turn.