If you think I'm lying about him liking cleaning, you should have heard him throw a bit tantrum when I had to take this broom away because he was accidentally hitting things with it. Wow.


Here is a not-quite-action shot of Cooper sitting in a little rocking chair that was originally (if I have my story straight) her dad's. Or maybe it was her mom's. Or maybe this post will mysteriously change soon. (And maybe I'll start paying attention to what my wife tells me soon.) And yes, the only way he'll sit in a chair like this (instead of his preferred 'turn it over' or 'carry it around') is if he's watching TV. When his mouth hangs open and/or his eyes water because he forgets to blink, he winds up looking an awful lot like his Mommy. (And Uncle Walker).



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