Especially when your sister has access to stickers. Amelie returned to school today for the first time since Thursday, but it was Toby who was spotted devouring a good book.
To be honest, the boy's become a nightmare in recent weeks. I don't know if he's developing a taste for vintage American style, but he seems to be attempting to turn our flat into San Francisco in 1906. He's like a contestant on Pat Sharp's Fun House. You only have to open a door, and he's straight in there, pulling everything off the shelves and out of the drawers and cupboards.
I've already moved my CDs and DVDs to the highest possible shelf, but he's now discovered the bookcase in the hallway and is currently tearing up the rule book on acceptable behaviour by attacking my old novels. The pages strewn around him in the photo above are from 'Z for Zachariah', which was my favourite book as a teenager. I've had that copy for twenty-five years, and it's been with me through four house moves, two cat deaths and a marriage. But it failed to survive Hurricane Toby, who swept down the hallway last night in about two minutes flat, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake...
He then sat on the kitchen floor, eating pages 63 to 68, whilst covered in red polka dot stickers. And every time he tried to remove them, Amelie would shout:
"No, Toby, don't pick your spots!"
That's no life for an animal.
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Do you think Amelie could smuggle him into school with her? Meanwhile, we're moving to an unknown destination (just in case you had any ideas!)
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