Why is that every time I clean my house, I blink my eyes and toys suddenly appear? I know where they come from, all I have to do is follow the trail leading back to James' room. When I look at the living room floor, I see an array of color...red, yellow, blue, green, I could go on and on. Not to mention the sound coming from each toy. It seems like the louder a toy gets the stronger the batteries get. (God, I cant wait until those batteries drain.) My human noise maker, James, is asleep on the sofa. Surrounded by his favorite toys. I would take him to his room to sleep on his bed but I might trip over the mountain of action figures he carefully stacked in the walkway. I guess I could go and pick them up and put them in the toy box i got him, but honestly, I don't see the point. He is taking his power nap and the good Lord knows that once he is awake, there is no stopping my little noise maker. Oh well, I am going to enjoy the mess he makes. One day, he will move on and someone else will have to clean up after him. Until then, I will suffer with stepping on, kicking and pushing his toys out of the way with my feet.
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