BOY TRAPPED

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Thursday, January 1, 2009

Laundry


For as long as I can remember, my Grandma Casdorph has made delicious goodies (especially around Christmas time) and stored them on the shelves above her washer and dryer. When I was young, my Uncle Butch and I would "sneak" into the laundry room, announcing our intentions to do some laundry. We'd come out with our hands, mouths, and bellies full of Grandma's yummy snacks.

We've been at Grandma's now for 5 days, and my boys have already caught on. Alex, whose vocabulary is still limited to the barely intelligible grunts of a not-yet-two-year-old, has mastered a new word this week. "Laundry." I've always called him our little Casdorph baby!
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1 comments:

Kris said...

What a smart place to keep treats. But then again, not quite smart enough to keep the kids out. ;-)