I'm sitting here at the kitchen table, toiling the afternoon along. The backdoor is flung open, with a safety gate up. Toys are scattered everywhere. And where's Baby?
He has his own cabinet full of toys and things he's collecting there. He likes to go all the way in there and hoot and shout. I think he likes how his voice sounds in there. When I turned around to see just his fat feet and legs sticking out, I had to snap a quickie for you.