I was leaving for school this morning and I saw Beaker with a little wooden bead from I toy I made on the floor. I thought B was trying to mount it (like he did with his cuttlebone that fell a few weeks ago) but, nope, he gathered the bead and rolled it underneath his legs. Nesty Beaker.

See? He IS a good dad! Maybe he dropped that chicken egg because it was way too big. I would like to see him as a real dad one day.

You know, when I saw him with that bead, I thought the same thing. It would be kind of cool to have little Beakers flying around chewing the house.

He was so delicate during that moment.

I was half expecting to find out that he tried to sit on somebody's big toe lol.