Sunday, January 2, 2011

Getting a Handle on Things

I still can't make these things at the ends of my arms go where I want, but I'm starting to figure out what to do with them when they get there. I grabbed Dad's shirt while he was carrying me, and I regularly hang onto the hand whose pinky I'm sucking the skin from. I even managed to whack Gordon the Knot once or twice and pretend it was on purpose.

Carnegie Hall, look out.

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