I've always thought that Max is smart. This morning, he proved this again. Mr. Smart T. Pants.
So, we've got stop signs on virtually everything. Even the pumpkins and gord decorations in the dining room because--if it doesn't have a stop sign--it's fair game.
Who would have thought to put stop signs on chairs? This morning, he collected some kids chairs and formed them into a train. Instant entertainment. So--is this plan even going to work for us? He's just going to invent things to play with.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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Reminds me of a time when we took EVERYTHING from Tom except his name and his right to breathe! Ha Ha!
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