Yesterday I was folding laundry in BB's room while he explored. He took a bib off of the shelf of his change table and brought it to me. I fastened it around his neck while he grinned from ear to ear. As soon as I had it fastened he took off towards the kitchen giggling hysterically. He ran around the house laughing and laughing. He seemed to think wearing a bib when he wasn't eating was hilarious.
After he was done playing with the bib, he wanted to get into the basketful of clean washcloths. I plunked him in, and we played our "near-far" game (where I slide the basket away and say, "Far!" and then bring it towards me and say, "Near!" Remember Grover playing this?) Then I put a washcloth on his head and he giggled, so I pulled a bunch of washcloths out from under him and buried in him. He thought that was soooooo funny. So did I.
Just two of the many reasons why I love my little monkey man. xo