i walked out into our garage/playroom the other day to see my sweet, charming, hilarious third small blessing enjoying tossing around his "cropodile" (as he likes to call it).
i was so touched by how great he was playing just by himself.
he had his back to me, so i asked him how he was doing, but he wouldn't answer.
being the nosey mom i am, i asked again!
still no answer. now i was really interested.
i got right up next to him, tapped him on the shoulder and said,"hey, buddy, what ya doin?"
this is what i saw when he turned around:
i think he spends every waking minute trying to think of new ways to make me nearly wet my pants from laughing!