I just peeked in on Ian before going to bed.
He had been playing around in the room before falling asleep...I thought he had been "reading" his Cat in the Hat book the whole time.
Not so.
When I walked in, something funky stuck to my feet. It was kind of crunchy.
Then I noticed my supply of nursing pads were scattered on the floor.
That monkey found my stash of individually wrapped breast pads in my suitcase, and spent his evening quietly unwrapping them one by one!
I guess I should be thankful that he didn't peel the adhesive off the backs and stick them all over the walls...
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Don't you just love two year old little boys. I'm glad I'm not alone. It makes it easier!
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