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The Cutest Thing

Today, while I took a bath, Soren played on the floor in the bathroom. He rummaged through a box of soaps, shampoos, and feminine hygiene products. He looked into the toilet and dipped his fingertips in the bowl. He pulled himself up on the lip of the tub and started splashing in the water. He played with the shower curtain, fingering it and listening to the muted crinkle.

Then, he looked at me, smiled, and pulled the shower curtain in front of his face.

My breath caught when he peeked his head out from around the curtain and giggled. He wobbled back into hiding behind the curtain. He was play peek-a-book--with me!

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Jennie said…
I am sure he is going to be way too grown up when I see him next. :( He sounds too cute.

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