Carolyn continues to think she needs to wear my headlamp for pretty much any task she needs to complete.
Perhaps she'll be a surgeon:
She's figured out how to open the back gate which has sent The Mother into at least three panic attacks over the past week.
I look up and she's just gone.
I guess there'll be no more sending her outside alone to play (we also have to keep the back door locked since she's figured out door knobs as well):