Zed has a new habit. He is constantly carrying things around in his hands.
In pairs.
If he has a car in one hand, there's a car in the other. If he has a Weeble in one hand, there's a Weeble in the other. You get the picture.
It's like buying for twins. But thankfully our "twins" only wear one diaper.
Unfortunately, he's not content with simply carrying the toys around with him. Most of the time, he's either banging them together or banging them on the table or floor (or any other hard surface).
The kid's pretty much into anything that makes a lot of noise. The louder, the better.
I'm getting him a set of cymbals for his birthday next month. And a pair of earplugs for myself.
P.S. This is probably my last post on Cynical Dad. I'm planning on winning tonight's $240 million Powerball lottery. After that, we'll be too busy traveling, riding in stretch Hummers, and hanging with no-talent D-list celebrities. Maybe one of my children's future nannies will post something here from time to time.
Song of the day: What's My Scene? by Hoodoo Gurus
We Should Have Named Him Noah
