6 Miles

Today I was washing dishes and I realized Alex was no longer playing in the kitchen. Nor was he making noise. (A quiet Alex = BAD…the last time that happened I discovered he'd climbed up the desk chair to find a red sharpie and had colored on some paper and the couch. By the way, if any one has a couch they'd like to get rid of, we're in the market for a couch but have no money for one, so we'd take it for you! )

Anyway, I went looking for Alex and found him like this:

He was pointing to the letters in the book. (He doesn't know letters yet, the title is a joke, he was just seeing them, pointing and saying "I", "E" and a few other favorites). The book? Michael Criichton's Next. He now calls it "my book".  When he closed it, he said "The End" and snuggled up with his blanket.

As much trouble he can be, I think we'll keep him!