So, Paul pulled him self up with the coffee table, and grabbed the plastic container of
Cheerio's I always keep close at hand, and played with it like a rattle, which was cute.
He then proceeded to tear off the lid, scattering
Cheerio's to the four winds - not as cute. . .

Oh, did I do that?

*
Whump - baby falls/sits on floor*
Hmm, what have we here?

Hey - 5-second rule applies. . . Want one?
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