We have taken to letting CJ just play with whatever he wants on the floor.
After all, there is only one way to learn and not being allowed things isn’t it.
Today, he was desperate to get my wallet he could see on the couch, so I threw it his way.
He was on cloud nine, pushing the leather around the floor.
And then suddenly, he had it open and had my credit card out.
It was far more interesting than the wallet…
Looking very very pleased with himself, he was reluctant to give it back to me.
Although, he seemed happier to give it to his Mum.
Except that scares me more than him having it.