Preston figured out that he can climb onto the coffee table with the help of his Lightening McQueen couch. For now he just sits on top of it, proud of his accomplishment. I dread the day he realizes he can jump off of it!
Apparently "Preston, we need to be quiet...baby Max is sleeping" translates to shoving a toy ambulance at Max's face, pushing the siren button and then laughing.
Quote for the day: "Preston, we do NOT lick baby brother's face!"
Preston can also reach the kitchen sink if he stands on his tippy toes. I keep finding toy ambulances and matchbox cars while I am doing dishes.
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