By The Wiz
Of course, since he is only four, his hiding places mostly include everywhere the floor is. It’s lovely. So lovely. I liked it better when he was cleaning toilets like a maniac.
When I can’t play with him, because it kills my brain cells to call picking up random paper “playing,” he plays by himself and is ever so proud of all the paper he found. Yet, he can’t ever seem to find it all. (Lest you all think I am a bad mother, I have played this “hunting game” with him more often than I care to admit).
It’s always a party, I tell you. Always. Also, that waste of time and energy that was a basic hearing test? Remember? Oh yeah. $170.00 Joy. Could be worse, I guess.
And by way of blatant self-promotion, I also have more stuff in my Etsy shop if you’re interested.
OOHHH! I just my journal from Carrie. Yay! I have to go play now.