Yesterday Bosten and I were checking out his "puppy" (little stuffed dog that he LOVES and pretty much takes everywhere we go). There were some strings hanging from it, and I told him we could fix it, but that we needed scissors.
The next thing I know, I hear someone up on the counter getting the scissors:
The smart little monkey had taken a chair from the table, pushed it over to the counter, somehow climbed up (and ended in the sink), and grabbed the scissors.
He was pretty darn proud of himself.
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