Sunday, April 19, 2009

The coolest toys...

...aren't toys. You know, people buy me stuff a lot, and I really like all of it, but my mom always laughs because I always end up playing with stuff I'm not supposed to. For example, my favorite toys include the chair in the living room, my Aunt Teresa's wallet, my dad's catchall and the half full bag of flour in the pantry. I know, I'm weird. Here are some pictures my mom took of me one Saturday morning.

So this is my diaper box skirt. It was kind of a pain to carry around, so...

...I decided to make it into my house/vehicle. I sat in it and sang songs, scooted all around the kitchen floor, and I was having a great time until...

...it tried to eat me! As I struggled to extract myself from the jaws of this ruthless cardboard attacker, my mother lay on the floor, laughing and taking pictures. Does this woman have no soul?

That was a dumb game, but this is something I'm really good at. It's called, "jump from the chair to the ottoman" (creative, huh?). As you can see from the above photo, it takes a lot of concentration and precise form. I've only fallen off once, and I maintain that it was due to faulty equipment. Even if you make it to the ottoman unscathed, you need to make it back to the chair before you can celebrate.
This is my victory smile. I should have a sponsor.

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