He is a certified hoot. He had to take a class at the local YMCA; three Saturdays a month sorta deal. But he passed the final exam and got his hoot certification.
But Joe Pesci bless him, I think he’s a hoarder.
I don’t know when this started, feels like years ago, but when the urge finds him, he gathers up all of what he can hold and doesn’t let go. It seems to go by theme and recently there was a sea theme so every shark, octopus, dolphin, whale, crab, octonaut, squid, coral reef, and Scuba Steve figurine was lugged around the house in his little arms, with some being held under his chinny chin chin.
Have figurines will travel: Down the basement, in the tub, upstairs to Juju’s room, dinner table, on the potty...doesn’t matter.
But it doesn’t stop there: he has to take them to school. Soon I’m going to have to load and unload a steam trunk full of figurines or books every Monday through Friday just so I can get him to go to school. The teachers feel he’s so friggin’ cute they just let it go; in fact his teacher gave him a fanny pack to carry them around. At the end of the day when I go to pick him up they tell me he never let them go, held em’ tight during nap!
I could put my foot down you say, establish some boundaries you urge, do a little parenting you plead, but walk a mile in my shoes I’ll retort.
Actually we did walk a mile recently and what did Avery do?
Hoarded walking sticks of course.
But he’s so friggin cute!
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