I am quite the helper when it comes to being in the kitchen. I know that the oven is hot and I'm not supposed to play there. The refrigerator is cold and I used to be able to play with it until these locks appeared one day. I worked and worked and worked though and was able to "remove" (okay, so Mommy and Daddy say "break") them. But now I want to play at "cold" but I get s"cold"ed everytime I do. I have one cabinet of pots and pans that it's safe I play in and I love to play in the lazy susan. Really, how many bottles of salad dressing do we need? Same with soup? I say more brownie box mixes, cake mixes, and bottles of pancake syrup!
I love to push my dump truck! It even has handles built in. I don't have to stoop over quite so much and boy do I go fast!!! Unfortunately I'm still trying to figure out this balance thing and there's been a time or two when the truck has "dumped", leaving me flat on my diapered derriere.
I got this cool coupe from my friend across the street, Kevin, when he grew out of it. I usually just push it around (it's got a bum wheel), but I recently discovered that the door opens and closes. So lately I've been working on getting in and out of the car. This thing is great! No carseat need! Plus I get to honk the horn as opposed to mommy who is always laying on it.