Baby Einstein, we are not friends.
I hate these books.
There are so many of them.
And they make a mess.
And they are boring, at least to me and anyone else over the age of 5.
But Linc loves them.
From the dumping of the box.
To the picking out of each book one by one.
Certain letters are better than others.
N is great because he can point to his nose.
I read a lot of N.
T is also amazing.
Toes, he likes toes.
There is just something about that purple X.
He can’t get enough.
I’m tempted to hide the box.