B and I definitely have one thing in common.
A box of books can keep us happy for hours.
Although I actually prefer to READ mine, rather than EAT them.
But that's beside the point. I'm taking pride in the fact that we could have a little bookworm. That's a Momma's boy.
For about 45 minutes he was completely happy going through his books. Taking them out one by one - taste testing along the way.
And that's when I realized that he made his first real "mess" in his bedroom.
It was a tornado. And he was quite pleased with it all.
Not that he gets from his Daddy!
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