I was downstairs making breakfast, and Kirby was upstairs awfully quiet over the monitor. I snuck upstairs to find my little bookworm with his nose in some books. When I asked him to come downstairs with me, he said, "I stay upstairs. I read books." I can't really argue with that it stifle that desire, now can I?

Like his Momma!
ReplyDeleteYour dad and I used to go upstairs just to peek in to see that you were ok and there you would be "doing my work" as you would say.