Well, Vivian has a large bucket - I would say 1 foot wide by 18 inches long and about ten inches deep-- full of all sorts of plastic humans. Polly Pockets, Barbies, Doras, dollhouse figurines... you name it, it is all in there. Well, little brother waded through that entire bucket by himself the other morning and emerged with these three babies in his hands. They are the only babies we have, and they are small, so they settle to the bottom. Two have blue shirts and their diapers and the girl has a pink shirt, but is, otherwise, identical. He was toddling around with them grasped in his little hands for a good twenty minutes, like their big giant caretaker. This is a big sacrifice for Seth because it prevents him from being able to pickup floorsnacks. Maybe there is a nurturing side here that has heretofore gone unrecognized!
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You didn't tell me about this one - super cute! I like that he has that little sensitive side.
Floorsnacks, Yes I knew there had to be a name for such. When the kids get too old, get a golden retriever like we did.
I love this post. I love Seth. He looks so happy with his little children-for-the-morning. Like attracts like, right? And seeing the word "floor snacks" written out, having seen just what an integral part of Seth's existence they are, AND knowing that nurturing the plastic babies won out over floor scavenging this morning simply makes my day. Thank you!
Heaven's he is cute...almost too cute. Is he a robot??
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