There is a box of animals by the board books. Beck has learned to make a bee-line for them. I have learned that he can't pull books off the shelves if his hands are full. Good night.
Wedge won't move until he gets his cookie. "Hmm, which direction should I fall and break my collar bone from?" Mommy and Daddy run around the bed rodeo-clown style; Beck thinks that's hilarious.