These days any unexpected visitor at my house can expect to be greeted by a giant mess and possibly a carrot to the head. Yes, my sweet Maxi Bear is championing being a boy.
Launching off furniture, scattering toys and practicing Power Rangers karate chops {sister's favorite show} are the rage around here. It's become an evening ritual for Max to grab the bucket of play food and either dump them on the floor or grab them one by one and toss. Flying food. I need to wrap the room in caution tape: enter at your own risk. It's good fun to watch and he has a ball. Of course, I offer the cautionary tale to "be careful" and "watch your sister", but it's harmless and he's just the best little helper when it comes time to clean up.
I also offer caution in the living room where you'll find flying kids. I cringe every time he launches from sofa to chair and chair to sofa {a sister favorite, too} and realize that sooner or later stitches will find a home on his head. But who can argue. Furniture is made for launching and boys are made for fun.
I've got to get him a cape.
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