Leave a pile of laundry, find a buried boy.
On any given day, this can be found on my floor {or sofa}. 'Tis one of Max's FAVORITE things to do. The laundry flop.
It never fails, as soon as I place freshly dried clothes on the sofa to fold, little boy finds a sneaky minute to ransack the joint and toss laundry. I can't blame him, really. It makes the perfect hiding spot, doesn't it? I have no idea why this habit started but it makes me laugh every single time. On this day, I had gone upstairs to grab something and returned to the living room wondering where Max went. It took me more than a minute to find him. Here's another version of the same shot. See? You barely notice him in the clothes.
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