I really like the bookcases in our living room. They house all of
our favorite old books, pictures, and of course random knick-knacks that make
really great books ends.
However today when I walked into the living room, I found
something on my bookshelf that didn't belong. Can
you spot it?
It's my baby. I laid him on the floor on the other side of the
room surrounded by toys, and what does he do? He rolls to the bookshelf to play
with a candle.
Lucky for him it's one of those decorative candles covered in
plastic. Otherwise, he would've gotten a mouth full of wax.
What did he say when
I explained to him he wasn't allowed to play with things on the bookshelf? Absolutely
nothing. Of course if I was this cute, I wouldn't bother defending
myself either.
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