I remember hearing the scrape of the stool against the floor, and having to run from upstairs, or the bathroom, or the basement, to keep Jon from making a mess at the sink, or from playing with the steak knives! And then, sometimes, I would just let him play (in the sink, not with the knives!) It kept him happy, and in one place, for quite a while!
I remember hearing the scrape of the stool against the floor, and having to run from upstairs, or the bathroom, or the basement, to keep Jon from making a mess at the sink, or from playing with the steak knives!
ReplyDeleteAnd then, sometimes, I would just let him play (in the sink, not with the knives!) It kept him happy, and in one place, for quite a while!