Rye was quietly playing with the groceries while Mommy did some housework today. Later, I figured out he was playing with a six of beer I'd picked up for Daddy (it's going to be a long week—our basement studio with the new flooring we put in last year is seeping water with all of the rain...but that's another story entirely). He parked one of the beers in Greg's shoe in the living room, near where Greg has been leaving his bag after work.
When Greg walked in the door, Rye was very excited to see him, and started chatting with him in an informative, yammering way. He toddled over to the beer he had set aside, picked it up in his two little hands, and hauled it over to Daddy, who was watching in delight. Rye said a few more words, handed the beer to Daddy, then escorted him into the house to play.
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