You know those times when you are just glad the toddler is playing happily in his room and you are afraid to look in because then he will spot you and your quiet time will be over? Well, one day in early March, I came into Anthony's room on such an occasion to find his room looking like a tornado just went through it. He took everything off his bed and the changing table, knocked the changing table over, pulled stuff out from under his bed, pulled out everything he could reach in his closet, including the contents of two tubs of sorted and folded clothes, and dumped it all into a big pile covering the floor of most of his room. And there he sat, quietly looking at a book, while sitting on the mattress that he wasn't quite able to pull off his bed frame.
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| What on earth possessed him to start this project? |
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| It took the girls and I a couple of hours to get everything back to normal. |
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| At this point, he knew he was in big trouble. |
Beware of the quiet toddler!
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