My Capri Son

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Justin and Robbie love Capri Suns.  L-O-V-E them.  So much so that Justin nearly jumped up and down in the aisle when he saw they were on sale, five for $10.  Somehow, we managed to escape the store with only three boxes.  Neither one was able to wait until we got home to have one, though.

Fast-forward to tonight, when both boxes were empty in the refrigerator (have I mentioned that Robbie knows how to open the door and get his own food and beverages?).  Robbie was supposed to be cuddling upstairs but he quickly slid his naked behind off the bed and ran out the door and down the stairs.  I heard a lot of bumping and a few cries of “Boo boo!” but figured he’d eventually work itself out.

After a few minutes, Robbie ran back upstairs and told me to help him with juice.  I looked down the stairwell and only saw my socks.  In my ignorance, I said, “Robbie, those aren’t shoes.  Those are socks.  They’re OK.  I’ll clean them up later.”  He kept pointing down the stairs and insisted I look as he started back down.

And then I saw it.  The very full box of Capri Suns.  At the bottom of the stairs.  Pulled in from the shelf of the baker’s rack in the kitchen.  But, bless his little heart, he just couldn’t get it up the stairs.  And how can you say no to dedication like that?

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