may have accidentally locked himself in the bathroom this morning.
daron may have had to come home from work to help me get him out.
it may have taken us an hour to get the door unlocked.
& carter may have had the puffiest face i have ever seen from so much crying.
(thanks to the light being off)
luckily, we discovered later that the paper towel rolls could fit on our tiny arms and act like robot arms that destroy.
it was if the traumatic event had never happened.
we were supposed to go to the park,
but carter was having way more fun creating paper towel towers and knocking them over.
so we bagged the park,
& and i tried to make use of the unexpected carter-is-actually-entertaining-himself-time (!!)
these are good days...
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