Dat, Dat, Dat

Rylee is now smart enough to know where we hide things from her. Her 4-wheeler is stored in our front bathroom, because if it was out we would be chasing her on it all day. But, lately she had been crawling over to the bathroom door and asking for it. Today I was on the phone with Aunt Erica and I heard Rylee pounding on the door yelling, "dat, dat, dat!" I asked her if she wanted to ride her 4-wheeler and she got extremely excited and started smacking the door even harder. I got it out for her and we road it around for about 20 minutes, until she decided it was more fun to hop off and push it. - k