The day after Christmas, I was snuggled on the couch. In my jammies, under a soft blanket and contentedly reading my Kindle…I was in my happy place.
The boys were quietly occupied in their playroom. Putting all their Christmas presents to good use: Matthew puttering around with his new trains and Ian playing his new Wii game.
Mike was upstairs doing something and came down after a while. He walked into the playroom and almost immediately popped his head around the corner to speak to me.
“You’ve got to come here”, he said.
I groaned. (I was comfy and warm.)
He followed with “Oh, it’s worth it. Believe me!”
And what did I see when I turned the corner?
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Matthew sitting in the drawer for the train table!!!
This child is such a little stinker. The trouble he gets into in his sweet, curious, innocent little way!
I don’t know if it’s because he’s the baby or what but it’s absolutely impossible to stay mad at him. LOL