My Little Storyteller

Somewhere over the summer Cannon became a little storyteller. Granted he doesn't mince words and his stories are usually short, sweet and to the point (Curious George. Swing. Bat . . . Noah. Ark. Animals. Rain.), but I love that he is recalling some of what we read. Goodness knows we reread some books enough that he could have them memorized by now.

While Big Brother is off buried in books, this little man decided to skip crawling and just attempt to stand up instead.