Oh, my Bubba. I'm not quite sure why I'm not a toothpick at this point, because I feel like all I do is chase this boy down. We have babyproofed to the nth degree, and he still finds his ways. If the downstairs bathroom door happens to be left open, he makes a beeline for it so he can either stand up to the toilet (puke!) or unroll the entire roll of toilet paper. This was the day he first discovered how fun the toilet paper roll was. I have a similar picture of Ellison doing this when she was a little half-pint.
[November 13, 2011]
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