So my four-year-old boy, James, just came downstairs for his bedtime story. More specifically, he came down the stairs head first, on his stomach, saying “Slith. Slith. Slith.” as he slid from stair to stair.
Yes, that’s right. He was slithering.
“I slithered down like a snake,” he told me. “Do you know why, Daddy?”
“No, James, why?”
“Because it’s fun, that’s why.”
The View from the Foothills 
That’s hilarious. Last night, my two-year-old girl, Fiona, picked up the wooden frame used to hold the bag in a homemade trash box, held it before her face and said, “I see a picture of you, Abba.”
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What I like is that you say “Slith” as you slither!
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