A couple of days ago, we had your Nana, Grand-papa and Uncle Dan over for dinner. We were eating outside so that you would be able to crawl around on the deck once you were done eating. You love the back deck, and I think one of the reasons is your little inflatable pool. It doesn't even seem to matter whether there's water in it.
Grand-papa had leaned your pool up against the gate on the deck. Of course, as soon as you got out of your high chair, you headed straight for your pool. The next thing we knew, the pool was floating across the deck, seemingly on its own. You had managed to pull it down on top of yourself and were crawling toward us underneath it.
We all lost it. You didn't seem all that concerned about having a pool on top of you, and (like I've said before) you do love to make people laugh, so you just kept on crawling. And of course, no one had a camera.
I don't know if you'll share my love of circus, but if you do, it's looking like you could have quite a successful career as a clown.
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