the things he carries

One thing that consistently has me giggling these days is catching C. carrying objects through the house. He’ll show up in the kitchen, where I’m drinking my coffee and reading the news, with my electric toothbrush or the trash can full of lint from the laundry room. It’s even funnier when the objects are twice his size or three times as long as him. And he’s on a mission to take the (insert object here) into nearly every room, toddling on unsteady legs. I mean he really concentrates: He furrows his brow, breathes hard and focuses so he doesn’t tumble and take the object with him. Here are some of the more surprising ones as of late that had me cracking up.

A full carton of chicken broth, carried upside down.

A full carton of chicken broth, carried upside down, away from the kitchen. Far, far away.

AA tub of toys, including Q-tips found in a drawer in the bathroom.

A tub of toys, including Q-tips found in a drawer in the bathroom.

For a while he was managing the broom and the Swiffer. He abandoned the Swiffer in haste.

For a while he was managing the broom and the Swiffer. He abandoned the Swiffer in haste.

Here he's treating the wall as if it's a lion and he's a lion tamer.

Here he’s treating the wall as if it’s a lion and he’s a lion tamer.

He didn't make it far without tumbling. Why? Zero visibility

He didn’t make it far without tumbling. Why? Zero visibility.

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One response to “the things he carries

  1. Dad

    Last week, I too watched him carry things. It often became his project; we tried to figure out what the project was. I just as often never did.

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