Jackson decided that he needs his "truck" in the basement. I gave up trying to figure out his motives. So yesterday when I was down doing laundry, he was riding on it. I told him it was time to go back upstairs and he told me, "You go Momma, Bye Bye" while waving me away. He apparently had big plans.
Speaking of his big plans, when it was time for nap I told him he could pick a toy to take. What did he pick? A fork and two spoons he had confiscated when were unloading the dishwasher. Ummm, no son, you aren't taking silverware to bed. I suppose he was going to dig a tunnel out of his crib?
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