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For months now, Jacob has exhibited a fierce love for laundry.
He loves to bathe in it (much like a cat).
He loves to unfold it (much like a cat).
And now he’s found a new way to connect with the hamper, to really be one with the laundry (also, much like a cat).
Exhibit A: Note the location of the hamper next to his bed. Would you have thought this was a silly place for a hamper? I did not. I thought it was cleverly hiding a wall outlet (that had those cover things, don’t worry) just behind the corner of the crib.
Turns out, when there aren’t clothes in there, it’s also a good post-nap (or rather-than-nap, as the case may be) toy. Times like these, I really wish we had a video monitor.
Exhibit B: John and I were hanging things on the walls in Jacob’s room this weekend, so the little man came in to join us. He likes to be where the action is. A few minutes later, I noticed he was tugging on the hamper. Perhaps he was trying to knock it down?
Nope. He was inside it, trying to crawl around in it, like one of those giant gerbil wheels on American Gladiators.
As I see it we can take these findings to mean one of three things:
I guess there is a fourth option, too.
He might just be a goofball. A laundry-hamper-loving goofball.
My favorite kind.