I always get that sinking feeling when someone asks, "Where's Kaleb?" First thought, he has gotten into something that I will have to clean up. Is he in the markers or the laundry detergent? Is he unfolding the clothes that I just folded? That question was asked recently and my heart sank. I hadn't seen Kaleb for some time - long enough for some trouble. As I ran around the apartment, looking for him, I was pleasantly surprised when I found this...
He was on my bed, playing with his little matchbox cars. He had dumped every single one that he owned on my bed.
And if you look carefully, my laundry was still folded! Go Kaleb! He wasn't getting into anything, he was just playing quietly, as nice as can be.
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