It is true, we live with the happiest boy ever. Don’t know why, Colleen and I do our best to maintain a decent level of miserableness here around the house. Guess it just doesn’t catch on with the little guy.
He’s becoming more and more the boy everyday. He has figured out how to take the vent cover out of the floor. It’s days, maybe hours, before he’s throws food down there, or a cup full of milk, and we don’t discover the problem until the smell has infested the house.
Mason, also, did something that warranted the creation of a “stop” sign by Violet, placed on her bedroom door. Violet has figured out the “No Brothers allowed in Her Bedroom” idea, I think we can thank a television show for that one. Thank you, Max and Ruby.
It’s alright, Mason smiles through all the torture she puts him through.
