Whenever someone says hi to Ashlyn and she's not feeling social (almost always), she will face-plant herself right on the floor and start bawling. Luckily this was at church on the semi-soft carpet. A few days ago, it was on the garage floor where she had a run-in with Uncle Bryce. I'm surprised she hasn't had more bruising on her forehead from it. She doesn't discriminate where she will plop herself down in protest like she does who she will socialize with. I think she inherited the shy gene from me.
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