About a week ago, Jane ran into the kitchen with a look of terror on her face.
She had run from a room where she was completely alone. It was broad daylight. Still, it kinda creeped me out.
Because we responded so enthusiastically the first time, she now does it about three times a day. Usually, she has a smile on her face. But every now again, her fear is quite genuine.
The spookiest/cutest ever was the other day. She ran in yelling, "Baby ghost! Baby ghost!"
I ain't changing its diaper.