The playpen in the living room is becoming less and less relevant as the boys get older and their wanderlust grows. They’re still amenable to spending a little bit of time in there but the activities therein are becoming more and more unruly. One of those activities, aside from the de rigueur chuck-EVERYTHING-out-of-the-playpen game, (Hey lookit Mama/Dada picking it up again!) involves Nicholas squeezing himself into the overflowing toy basket and proactively reaffirming the laws of displacement.
The pleasure is fleeting, because, soon enough, he runs out of toys to chuck but I think that’s half the fun. The game has a start and an end.
And, sometimes, as a bonus, he rediscovers a long lost favourite in the process.
