Monday, January 24, 2011

Poor Son

I was marvelling at how my son discovered the collapsible tool that hubby used before for all his installations at work.

Yakee would open it a little and see a castle in it, then he'd make it into the stool that it is. He even insisted on sitting on it. Unfortunately, it wobbled a little when he was shaking his head, refusing a bite of the cake I wa eating, and he fell forward. The stool hit his back and the straw hurt his mouth (he was drinking a strawberry milk in a tetra pack) and he cried.


Makes one imagine what trouble he'd get into with log furniture with all those uneven parts and holes, even branches.

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