I went to the library on Monday afternoon to pick up a book on reserve. On the walk up the stairs on the return home, M was insistent that HE NEEDED THAT BOOK. Since he generally likes to eat books, I gently told him that it was Mommy's but that I would get him his books 3 or 4 times as I climbed the stairs. We get inside the apartment and I get him his books.
Great relief.
Until I decided he was playing happily enough to warrant using the time to start packing. No sooner had I made the box than he was insistent that HE NEEDED THAT BOX. Fine. I'll just make a pile to put in the box.
Until HE NEEDED TO BE IN THAT BOX.
Needless to say, we didn't get much packing done.
1 comment:
He's getting bigger, and if possible, cuter still. He's the first thing I would pack. And fish eyes.
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