Summer is smart enough to know that when I go upstairs to change my clothes, I'm probably going somewhere.
She's right.
I'm running out of paint again, so hardware store here I come. 
Summer stays at the bottom of the stairs, so   I can't get past without her knowing. My husband is only a few feet away. 
Not much gets by her around here.

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