During the span of a month, Jordan & Beth, Isaac & Alison, Jeff & Sarah Ellen, and my dad came to visit for the weekend. I am convinced that during that time, without my knowledge, one of these people stashed Camryn away in their suitcase on the way out the door and left us with replacement Camryn. Why am I convinced of this, you ask? Because my sweet little precious girl would not do this:
MY Camryn would not use her Daddy's bracket as a scribble pad right in the middle of March Madness. My Camryn knows, already at such a young age, the brackets are sacred.
MY Camryn would not call Mommy to the bathroom to help her clean up after pottying, and when Mommy notices the toilet seat is soaking wet and asks why, say "Because I put my hand in the toilet." MY Camryn's shirt would not be soaking wet up to her elbow from fishing around in the toilet.