Emma has an owie on her side that she won’t leave alone, so it kept scabbing and then reopening. We tried putting her in the cone of shame, but she quickly figured out how to get it off. At 3am, when I had to contort myself in weird ways to keep her owie covered while we slept, I had an epiphany: put her in one of my t-shirts!
It has worked REALLY well and she looks so gosh-darn adorable all at the same time! She gets a new t-shirt every day, and we’re on day 4 of the “treatment” now.
And as an even funnier photo, here’s a picture of her and her daddy: