So, life has been crazy and the one continually redeeming factor about Oct-Nov has been Quincy. He's fantastic, super smart, and a great sick-day companion, as I found out this week. Quin's one joy in life is plastic bags. Okay, that's not entirely true. Even more than plastic bags, he loves the little plastic rings off of milk and juice bottles. He goes CRAZY every morning when I get the milk out because he thinks he might get a ring. If you want to be his friend someday when you visit, bring a ring and he'll love you for life.
But, his other love is, truly, plastic bags. Within the last two months he realized he could get inside of them, and not just lay on top of them. This has been revolutionary. When I unpacked my new dress from its box last night, all he wanted was the bag it came in. So, we let him lay on it, and then I showed him it opened and the rest is recorded below.
Enjoy this!
Perhaps the ultimate question is: Should we let him do this?
