Dear Harrison,
In the past thirty minutes you have managed to litter my kitchen floor with the grill baster, three dog toys, an 18-inch Christmas ornament, your favorite small pot, your second favorite medium-sized pot, a dog sweater, cooking spray, a bundt pan, and a Q-tip. Oh, let's not forget Winston and W's entire bowl of water. Just since I started typing, you've started in on the tupperware cabinet. Harrison, the cleaning ladies were here today; but I don't think your father will even be able to tell.
Love,
Your Mom
My, what a multi tasker he is! Just think what he can accomplish in an hour. I think the cleaning ladies are slipping him a little something extra so they will have job security!
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Aunt Sherri
In an effort to reclaim my kitchen, I installed eight additional cabinet locks yesterday. I thought Harrison would have a complete meltdown. Instead, he's just taken to making cabinet music, which is the sound of him pulling the door open 1/8th of an inch, the lock clicking, and then the inevitable slamming of the door back in place. How he can slam a door when it is only open 1/8th of an inch, I don't know...but he does...quite well, I might add.
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