Also, on occassion, she becomes her alter ego - T-Rex. When she does that she draws up her arms into her chest, bends over at the waist, and walks around on her tip toes growling. It matters not if she's at home, at the shops, on a hike - it just sort of happens. Her impression is so dead on people know immediately what she is.
How could I not make her a T-Rex for Christmas?
Those feet give me a giggle.
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