Dad and I went up to the new house today, and since all the floors are clean it was the first time I could have a good explore. Dad put me down and said 'be free'.
I waddled down the hallway, into my room and made a beeline to a toy dog I'd been given for my birthday. It was still in the box. Dad was very impressed that I'd found a toy, and not a spanner or some sharp building equipment. He started to unwrap it, but in the mean time I forgot about the dog and found a doorstop with a large, and pointy, screw attached to it. Dad thinks baby toys come with too much tricky packaging.
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