Yesterday I scrambled into Ellie's room because she was screaming like a banshee. I was sure that she had hurt herself or had gotten stuck somewhere or something like that.
As I came in she was pressed tightly against the wall and she pointed at the floor. She looked terrified. So I went into protective mommy mode and eagle eyed in the direction she was pointing only to find this...
Yup, it was a little piece of fluff that had floated in from somewhere, and my daughter was scared of it.
She didn't think it was as funny as I did. This was her "Why are you laughing at me, you obviously don't understand the terror of fluff" face. Funny little girl.