Thursday, March 25, 2010

There are Fish Everywhere, Everywhere

C is obessed with doing things himself now.  I do, I do.  So, every once and a while, I do...let him...do.  And this is what happens when I do.  He wants to hold the bag and get everything out himself.  I think it scared him a little when they all fell out on him.  He kept saying, fish...mess...fish...mess. 

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