It is now exciting to make scenes with Z’s toys. She has enough humor to laugh at it or at least notice it. This elk got lost in some flowers on the kitchen table. He doesn’t move anymore, too much food at once it seems.
Wild things, to me it’s like laughs. When I’m relaxed, I laugh at much. When I’m stressed, I don’t. When I was younger, I was known for a high noyced laugher. Now, I barely can’t remember when it was the last time I laughed so much that I couldn’t talk. Well, yes, I actually remember: this was this messenger talk between my parents and us when we used these ridiculous filters. I made some screenshots and when I look at it now, I can laugh as well. Yeah!