This afternoon I gave Shia a bowl of pretzels to eat. I walked out of the room and came back to about 20 pretzels all over the floor. There is nothing really interesting about that except that when I left the room, Dov was over by the TV. When I came back, he had rolled or moved or whatever all the way over (across the room) to the red couch. What was even more intesting was that he was trying to eat the pretzels! I even had to pull one out of his mouth.
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