Yesterday Uncle James brought over a child (not toddler) sized rocking chair that was his from when he was a wee lad himself. Acer was so excited when I said the words 'Acer's rocking chair' that he had to help me carry it in from the driveway, through the kitchen and into the family room. He wasn't letting go of the arms of the chair even though he was walking backwards the whole time (and it would have been easier for me to carry it on my own). Once the chair was set down on the floor his little behind was in it checking it out.
6 years ago