She Owns...

She owns.. our bed. She owns the bench by the front door. 

She owns our table if we are playing a game or her wheat grass is waiting. I think this is a “ I need fresh wheatgrass” stare. 

She own our bedroom table. She owns all the windows and the den. She owns the craft room and the hallways. She also owns our hearts. We love you Tater Tot.. a.k.a. Agi-tater and sweet tater. Sorry, we can’t play with you and your toys 24 hours a day though you would love that:)