We have
(at least) two kinds of determination around this house:

The "itty-bitty-super-cute-lift-my-little-head" kind
AND
The "I'm-a-big-girl-I-can-do-it-myself" kind

I built the big "cube" for the base.
She did the rest.
Color coordination and all.
She was very clear about how it should look.
Point taken.
No help from Mom.

Both kinds of determination make me smile.
The latter makes me a little sad, but also proud.
Independence is good, right?
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