He spent the entire time at the park keeping one eye on the lawnmower to make certain it didn’t sneak up and eat him.
currently he’s grappling with the physics involved with fitting a ball that’s larger than his head into his mouth.
showing him how much fun it is to splash in the tub wasn’t well considered.
He has decided that everyone else in the library whispers just so they can better hear him shout.
The vacuum cleaner was much less scary last week.
Such a big noise comes out of such little lungs.
It is quite difficult to diaper a moving target.
It’s getting harder and harder to find where he stashes my phone.
After hollering at it failed, he assaulted a stack of laundry.
I would love to know what it is he discusses so earnestly with his stuffed monkey.