Phoebe is easily one of the most peculiar little people I have ever known. She has a switch that she pulls - this switch controls which Phoebe you might be interacting with that day. Some days it is silly, off the wall odd Phoebe. Other days it is everything makes me mad Phoebe. It keeps us guessing.
She is 20 months old now. Her newest trick is to randomly destroy whatever she can lay her chubby little patties on and looks like a fun thing to wreck.
The other day I walked into my room and opened up the wet wipe box to grab a wipe for Lydie. Inside there was crumpled up paper. Upon closer inspection it was pages from my Bible.
Phoebe does not want me reading Numbers chapters 1 through 3. This means I won't be able to study and commit to memory the names of the Israelite tribes or their leaders ... Manasseh son of Joseph, Gamaliel son of Pedahzur ... this is now information that I will forever be lacking.
Phoebe has to live with that.
