Crawling into a grocery bag and laughing hysterically until he couldn't figure out how to escape. Then he cried as I went to get my camera. And it was a paper bag--not plastic. I read the warnings.
I was really busy reading the internet when I heard him clomping around. Little did I know, I have a very fashion forward little tyke. Teacups as shoes? Perfect!
He also pushed his toy lawnmower around with his head--but I didn't get a picture of that. Who teaches him these things?