Talmage started in the kitchen, ran to his room, got the stool, carried it back down the hall, then ...
Bubbles!
Editor's note: Because of this stool, Sydney sometimes has a playmate in her crib. Because of this stool, I have a helper at the kitchen sink, at the stove, at the computer...
All right, who taught this little monkey how to climb? Did he see Mom or Dad use the stool and figure it out for himself? Were the very tempting bubbles (T and I had a great time with them last Thanksgiving in the utility room!) planted on the counter? Mr. Curious is turning into Mr. Resourceful.
Bubbles!
2 comments:
Such sweet reward for a focused effort. You mean you haven't taught him to pull out the drawers and use them as built-in step stools?
. . . my mom always hated that.
All right, who taught this little monkey how to climb? Did he see Mom or Dad use the stool and figure it out for himself? Were the very tempting bubbles (T and I had a great time with them last Thanksgiving in the utility room!) planted on the counter? Mr. Curious is turning into Mr. Resourceful.
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