What did we do to deserve such a beautifully charming little girl?
Margot has been in the throes of ‘stranger-danger’ during the last few weeks. She cries when I hand her off to someone other than her da-da, and whines when I walk out of the room. I find it endearing, but to those I’m handing her off to, it is probably a little taxing.
Case in point: Santa Claus.