You Can Never Have Enough Kleenex

This afternoon, I was sitting in the rocker in the nursery, reading a magazine while Noah played with his books at my feet...or so I thought. He had actually tipped the kleenex box off the hamper and was carefully pulling kleenexes out of the box and carrying them to a stockpile behind the rocker. When I came to my senses, he looked up at me with a wide-eyed, wary, I-think-I'm-proud-of-myself-if-I'm-not-in-trouble expression. He probably would have been in trouble if I'd ever taught him not to stockpile kleenexes behind the rocker. But since I'd neglected that lesson, I decided to assemble the evidence and take a picture. Which was fine with him, since it allowed him to pull a few more.

Need a tissue? We've got plenty...