den animal

Dylan,

If indeed you once had ancestors roaming the Eastern Sahara, I'm fairly convinced they weren't of the tree-dwelling kind. More likely they were some sort of canine, or another kind of den animal.

Since you first developed locomotive tendencies you've been a fan of squeezing into nooks and crannies, even being more comfortable curled up against the side(s) of the crib than stretched out in the ample space available.

After dinner tonight you tried to climb into an empty styrofoam container that carried take-out chinese (white rice, actually) as it lay sprung open like two joined squares on the floor, all of two inches deep. It was a squeeze, for sure and surprising, frankly, that you'd even recognize it as something into which you might just barely fit, as you did.

Instead of a big-boy bed we might have to eventually get you a dog house.

Dad