Tonight I was sitting on the couch with Renee just having a cuddle. Our coffee table is the same height as the couch, and just far enough away that if I am sitting with my legs straight out my feet rest at the edge of the table. The kids of course think this is an open invitation to stand on my legs, (much like a gymnastics beam), swing over them, crawl under them, you get the idea.
So along comes Nick, and he proceeds to lie on top of my legs, and wrap his arms around my thighs, his legs around my calves, and then hangs himself upside down.
"Mom, I am going to just hang here like a sloth"
About five minutes later he tells me:
"Mom, it is such hard work being a sloth, isn't it?"
Oh, what I wouldn't give to have to do that kind of hard work for about half an hour....
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