One day I looked over at Brixton, you know, when it gets really quiet..to see this. All proud, just hanging out in the chest like nothing.
He was pretty excited about it.
Brixton has a syndrome called, "I-Can't-Finish-What-I-Start." Like he can crawl into the chest, but not out of it. Like he can climb up on the couch, but not down. Instead he just makes the above face and a really horrible wail which means, "Mama do." Hopefully he grows out of this before teenager-dom hits.
Obviously I didn't help him. Nope, I just kept taking pictures. Which means he could sit for a moment and contemplate living in this chest forever.
Until he realized Daddy was in the room and would rescue him.
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