We woke up this morning before dawn to hear the tell-tale chinking of Lego bricks in the living room.
Seems A. had gotten into his Dad's Legos and was taking apart the furniture to do so. Needless to say, he was chased back to bed pretty quickly.
But when we got up, I took pity on him and let him play with his own, much less dangerous, Legos.
Then the other night ...
...H. comes crawling in with my scarf draped around her shoulders. Nine months old and already playing dressup!