My Hanger-on

Yesterday, Grandma bought The Boy some clothes (on sale!). As The Boy is currently into counting, we spent last evening handing him the clothes one at a time while he counted. Big fun at the Old Homestead last night, let me tell you.

This morning the clothes are still on their hangers. The Boy has taken it into his head to hang them on the counter. He's been at it about 6 minutes. I'm staying out of it. He's busy. And ... heh heh ... maybe he'll be one of those strange kids that hangs their clothes up. Ahhh ... What a lovely dream.

Okay. It's 10 minutes later and he's asked for help. The clothes, including the "Daddy shirt" and the shirt with the wrecking ball, are swaying gently from the counter's edge. He is so proud.