Just the other evening, I was sitting in the living room with Pearl (who is now an expert at rolling over from back to front!), and he came flying in through the back door, grabbed his little plastic hammer, and then burst back outside.
Intrigued and curious to see what he was getting into, I went to the window to peek into the back yard and this is what I saw:
Apparently, my husband was pounding some loose nails back into our fence and Malcolm wanted in on the action, too.
He is becoming such a little boy that I can hardly stand it.
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