Bad Angry Birds

It's pretty warm here right now. Russ rides his bike to and from work. As a result, he's pretty hot and tired when he gets home each day.

So he generally goes right into our bedroom, changes his clothes, turns on the overhead fan, and rests on the bed for a little while. He usually plays Sudoku on his phone or checks his email, etc.

This week Brenna has taken to joining him in his evening ritual. She props herself up on a couple pillows right next to Russ, finds some miscellaneous item to act as her "phone" and declares that she is playing "bad angry birds". It's pretty darn cute. And I don't think her Daddy minds the companionship.