Monday, April 13, 2009

12 minutes

Twelve minutes is all the time one needs to fall hard and fast asleep on a gloomy Monday afternoon and find oneself jolted awake by the resident three year old who was supposed to be playing/resting/napping/reading/whatever-as-long-as-its-quiet-and-in-his-bedroom. In these particular twelve minutes he managed to unwrap all the chocolate lambs left by the Easter bunny; play with cars and trains upstairs, downstairs, and on the stairs; turn on the TV and peruse the fine selection (ie way too many) VHS tapes that are currently in our house.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

And yet, he looks so cute and innocent...

Becky said...

Given 12 minutes to myself, I probably would've raided the Easter candy too!
What a cutie!