This past month, Cooper has picked up a new hobby/habit, which can only be described as “Alligator Baby Momma”…
He picks up a snail, and gently holds the poor creature in his mouth, careful to never hurt it. The snail in the mean time is trying to act like a turtle and go back into its shell, and he is please with simply carrying his new baby.
I now find myself when taking him out trying to throw the snails back into the bushes before he realizes it is there. I feel bad for the poor snails, but I also don’t want to find them slithering through my home.
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