My New Table
Dadsy brought this great table in from
the garage. I like to sit at it and play blocks
or eat snacks or watch Baby Einstein tapes
or develop my secret plans for world
domination. It's a good table for that.
Help! My tower is falling!
Call the police! Call the fire department!
Call my Dadsy!
Perfect.
It's cute when Dadsy wants to play
blocks.
I just read a book to pass the time while he
gurgles and coos over his great "buildings."
He'll only be young once, you know.