Oh yes, that's an entire chair full of pants, shorts, shirts, swim things, hats... And that wasn't the only mess.
There were clothes everywhere. On the bed frame, the slide, the ottoman. There were clothes hanging from his tool bench and draped across every toy in the closet. But look closely. Things were very organized. So, instead of freaking out in a tired haze (because, yes, I was up most of the night with Lucy), I calmly asked Milo what was going on.
He explained that he was working very hard on making a store, and when everything was all laid out, he was going to go shopping for his outfit for the day. Do we perhaps take this child to Target a little too often? He is so creative, so clever, so imaginative... So I had to just take a moment and enjoy his sweet, smart little self and realize that folding the clothes could come later. We had some shopping to do.
|Milo was spying good deals through his "buh-knockers."|
|See what I mean?|
|A good morning of shopping. Now we just have to put it all away...|