I really like to take advantage of the time when my toddler is content playing with his toys. Today I was amazed by how entertained he seemed in "his" corner of the living room while I was in the kitchen preparing dinner, Crock Pot meatloaf and potatoes and cranberry white chocolate blondies for dessert. I could hear him laughing and having what sounded like a grand old time. He was having so much fun, I even took the time to load the dishwasher and clean the kitchen. Just as I was finishing up I heard him exclaim with surprise, "Oh, no. Oh, no." Since he wasn't crying I finished wiping the counter. Then I heard what sounded like paper being ripped, and another "Oh, no." At this point I decided to see what he was doing. As I came out of the kitchen, there was my toddler holding what used to be a pop-up book. He looked up at me and said, "Oh, no." And all I could do was repeat his words, "Oh, no." What a tragic ending for a pop-up book, to be in the hands of a toddler. The sacrifice of a pop-up book that allowed me the time to get ahead.
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