Yesterday morning, I left Troy on the floor of his room for a moment, intently playing with a board book, while I went to rinse his diaper in the toilet to do, uh, something. When I walked back in about 45 seconds later, this is what I saw:

Yep, the Little Man playing with his Christmas present. On December 7th.

Pushing the buttons, smiling at the sounds–having, of course, pushed back the bag to get to it in the first place.

And being the wonderful, not-so-with-it mom that I am, I, of course, grabbed the camera from the other room before taking him away from the offending spot.

So, what are ya gonna do?

I know, the thing to do would have been to not store

his gifts in the corner of his room, and to put him in his crib while I did what I had to do, but, like I said, I’m not that with it. It’s a good thing he’ll have forgotten in eighteen days. Since it matters, you know. ;)