Luke has a fascination with the refrigerator. The other day he was playing happily with some tupperware on the floor of the kitchen when I opened the fridge door. I heard a squeal of delight, and the thump thump thump of Luke racing to the door. I managed to close it quickly enough to just miss his fingers...
Yesterday, however, was different. Lately Luke has been clinging to my legs as I try to navigate around the kitchen: on the one hand, he mostly stays out of trouble, on the other hand, getting anything done is very time consuming. I needed to search for something in the fridge, and Luke was at my feet. By the time I looked down, he had taken the leftover chicken chili out of the veggie drawer and put the mustards (honey, Dijon and German) into the drawer. We'll never know what his next plan was, because as I looked down he grabbed the chili and started running away from me, giggling and squealing. He manages to have a great deal of fun in his life.
Yesterday, however, was different. Lately Luke has been clinging to my legs as I try to navigate around the kitchen: on the one hand, he mostly stays out of trouble, on the other hand, getting anything done is very time consuming. I needed to search for something in the fridge, and Luke was at my feet. By the time I looked down, he had taken the leftover chicken chili out of the veggie drawer and put the mustards (honey, Dijon and German) into the drawer. We'll never know what his next plan was, because as I looked down he grabbed the chili and started running away from me, giggling and squealing. He manages to have a great deal of fun in his life.
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