I've often referred to Mila as a Gremlin. It's really not much of a stretch. She's the creature who makes funny noises all of the time. She's adorable with a side of mischief. And when the sun goes down? WATCH OUT.
Mostly YOU need to watch out. And you. And you. Oh, and you over there. I actually don't have much to worry about because once darkness creeps, that girl is mine ALL MINE. Sometimes she will let other people touch her, but mostly not.
Sometimes she smiles at other people late at night.
Mostly she yells at them for existing then stops yelling the second I pick her up.
Sometimes she will let me put her down.
Sometimes she decides I'm not going anywhere unless it's while I carry her.
Sometimes I have a zillion and one things to do, but the one that I do is hold a sleeping Gremlin because that Gremlin is going to grow up and be done with insisting that she has a grip firmly on me.
To Do Lists are dumb anyway.
