Dmitry paged through a coloring book for about 19 seconds, before sprinting back outside and sitting in a salad bowl he previously hoarded to the backyard. Dear God. He’s getting his second wind.
Sprinting back into the utility room and checking the garage, he’s now kicking a (plastic) Christmas tree ornament across the kitchen.
I can barely type fast enough to keep up with this kid.
And back outside he goes, attempting to empty his sippy cup into the bowl. And now he’s sitting in milk. Oh good, now he’s trying to sit on mom’s head while watching more Epic Sax Guy. Yes, wipe that spit in Mommy’s hair!