my child roughly has 18 million toys. give or take a few. they all sit arranged in their cubbies on his toy toy shelf. he occasionally will run over, throw a box of cars to the ground and shuffle about in them then be on his merry way. that brings us to our ottoman. for some odd reason his favorite activity is to climb on our wooden ottoman that sits in the middle of our living room. he will start out on the couch. acting like he isn't going to approach the ottoman. then out of the corner of my eye i catch what appears to be a lightening fast object jumping from the couch to the ottoman. he then stands on the ottoman. sometimes watching tv. sometimes just taunting me with his tricks. other times he decides it would be best to watch tv upside down. clothes are optional in his opinion. sometimes he would rather wear a diaper with a hat while doing his ottoman antics. eventually i get
irritated myself composed and not angry and we head outside for some outdoor time. which usually involves teetering on his playhouse ladder or darting from the back yard to the front yard. boys. non stop. all day. every day. and i wouldn't want it any other way.