Its almost Mr. C's birthday. Time does fly, and I so wanted to never say that phrase again. It makes one sad it does. Birthday number four already.
Gigglebox stood again today, perhaps his longest. He climbed up on the bench of a McD's picnic table next to me, and pulled himelf up with the tabletop, got his milk, and then stood for almost a minute as he tried to also figure out how to drink the milk at the same time.
Mr. C says that he is hungry, and so I shall have to stop. Seeya'