When my grandfather died over 20 years ago, my grandmother wanted me to have his hand-carved wooden drum. It was the first thing I ran to when visiting their house.
Today, for the first time, the boys were allowed to play with it. They loved it!
But when Whoop Whoop tried to sit on it, I told him it was to play with–not for sitting or standing.
I guess he really wanted to sit on it because a minute later he retrieved his step stool and carefully put it on the drum and sat down.
Because he knows he’s allowed to sit there.
Mr. Smarty Pants was clearly impressed with himself.
I’m in trouble!
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