When I went to England in March, I got Max a bowl with his name on it. The bowl was lost. And then found. I told him it was dirty. But I was busy, so he needed to put it on the counter and I'd wash it for him. Next thing we see is this:
He got the chair and pulled it up to the sink, turned on the water, and started washing the bowl himself!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
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