who needs expensive toys?
So. Being a mother of a boy is quite an adventure. Not only I have to prepare myself for a few emergency-room runs his first few years of life, I also have to hold an encouraging smile while I am watching my son jump off our bed with a superman cape velcroed on his pajama. Then, as my husband decides to play rough with him like a dog playing with its raggedy toy, I can only stand there and thank God that at least daddy is doing his job.
But then again, there is another end of this spectrum. While I was holding my breath when Caleb decided to find out for himself whether or not his neck would snap when he jumped over the couch, I was thankful that he can entertain himself in such a money-saving way.
Who needs expensive toys? Evidence captured. Both Caleb and I had a good laugh. That was a moment money can't buy.
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