|Mom! Play with me!|
He still drags around his old shoe lace, and he still sits patiently by my chair in the evening when I'm reading, trying to get my attention.
He is a sweetie pie.
Sometimes the opportunities for play are delivered by the mailman:
|We got a package!|
That mailing pouch was just the right size for my boy. He thought it was really cool.
|New shoes! This smells veeerrrrry interesting!|
Jack... better get out of there, now!
|Okay, I'll be good. I promise.|
Do you believe that face can stay out of trouble?
Have a good weekend everyone!