To Babybug,

Funny memory,

            I could hear your angry screams coming from the bedroom.  I dropped everything and headed towards the crying.  As I entered your room, I stopped short when I saw you.  There you were, with angry tears streaming down your face and arms outstretched toward me. You were wedged butt first in the chimney of your doll house.  Chubby little baby butt cheeks peeked out of all of the windows.  I had to leave your sister with you while I ran next door to get our neighbor.  I fully intended to have him help me free you, but for what felt like five minutes, we both laughed uncontrollably.  After somewhat controlling his laughter, my neighbor had to literally split the dollhouse in half, so as not to pinch your little butt cheeks, while I pulled you up and out.  I think you were more upset and offended at me for laughing, than you were about being stuck or that we destroyed your dollhouse. 

Love Mom