Well, life as we know it is over. We stunted Wilson's development for our own convenience for as long as possible, but we couldn't hold him back any more. He crawled across the room today to get, of all things, Margaret's toy broom. Right now he's taking all the things off of Margaret's train table one at a time. She's downstairs having a snack. There will no doubt be mayhemand blood-shed when she sees what is going on up here.
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