Even after having a blast making a huge mess with his uncooked beans, he promptly cleans them up.
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Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Tidy Boy
He is so organized, tidy and so clean. His things have a spot and he is sure to pick up after himself. I rarely have to ask him to do so. After his bath his dirty clothes are put down the laundry shoot, his building trains are kept separate in their own basket and his diapers and wipes have a spot in the cabinet. No one can deny that he is his Daddy's son alright! Addi and I however like piles. We pile our clean and dirty clothes. We pile our papers and art work. Things have a spot, their pile is their spot! We know where everything is and which pile to find it!
Even after having a blast making a huge mess with his uncooked beans, he promptly cleans them up.
Even after having a blast making a huge mess with his uncooked beans, he promptly cleans them up.
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