Sweet, Sweet Boy!

Since Troy has gotten so bad about opening doors, I have taken to locking the bathroom door when I go in there for any extended period of time. With his usual disregard for personal space, he still tries to open it. When he can’t, he’ll slide a couple of books under the door, so I have something to entertain me while I’m in there. Which is both funny and sweet. Sometimes I’ll also get a toy or part of a stuffed animal, if he’s not feeling the book thing that day.