Yesterday morning, I'm told, my mother called to Parker where he was doing something in her bathroom. He responded with something sounding very much like a frustrated "Just a minute!"
Sometimes Parker wanders around here on a path of destruction. For instance, this morning I learned how to put one of those cardboard DVD cases back together, because Parker had figured out how to take it apart.
One day last week I was so proud of Parker. He loves books; as with everything else, I think he likes to see how they are put together. Sometimes I find him taking my books down off the bottom shelf in the living room and examining their pages and bindings. He likes to remove the dust jackets, and I think he is drawn to the ones with pictures. Last week he took a couple of books down off the shelf, but then put them back on the shelf when he was done. Soul Survivor's dust jacket is crammed in behind the actual book, but I am so please to see that he knows where they belong.
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