We used to call Bridey “Cruiser” and Marlowe “Bruiser”. Now they’re both moving around pretty well, but Marlowe still tends to be the um, rougher of the two. This is what happens when she tackles a walking toy that just can’t hold up against her brute strength. She might have been a little bit stuck, but I’m still glad J stopped to snap the picture.
And I love Bridey just standing there watching. What goes through their heads?