Charlie, doing what Charlie does - flopping around and wielding his claws, until he finds that perfect sleeping position
A couple of days ago, Zoe's toy closet got on my last nerve, and I pulled everything out of it and put it in a big pile on the floor and commenced with sorting and organizing and donating and flat-out tossing some of the - for want of a better word - crap. So far, she hasn't noticed the missing items. Let's hope it holds - she will be four in a few days, and she is really exercising her dramatic chops these days...
And while the closet was empty, claimed a shelf as his very own.
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