During the weekends, one of our highlights is seeing littlest one eagerly going about one of his chores. He sets off to...well, I rather dislike using this word, but really there is no other, so I'm just going to say it...to fetch us the paper.
He adds a layer to his jammies, wrapping up in whatever he can find in the the winter-wear bucket that is set out for little hands...
He scrambles into his Crocs then skips outside, plod, plod, plodding his way to the end of the driveway.
He picks up the paper, beaming that he hasn't dumped it from the protective wrapper. And he hustles it to us.
And yes, the above pictures are taking by yours truly from inside. Where it is warm.
But fear not (and don't turn us in)--he is not in danger. We live on a cul-de-sac with just a few houses so traffic isn't a concern and Charlie is supervising--discreetly because this littlest one has quite the independent streak!
Sandra