I happen upon you as you are sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor. Your unending, stretchy fingers have somehow reached the box of cheerios which have become your prized possession. You are elbow deep in the opened box of cheerios, a large grin plastered on your face. Surprisingly you aren't making a mess, instead you are just swimming with your hands and opening and closing them allowing the cheerios to freely pass through. Quick fact : Mommy loves to do the same thing in the bulk raw bean bin at the store. Nirvana.
Love,
Mommy
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