Okay, this all took place on the same day on three separate occasions. Paul would be playing happily on the floor on a blanket, and I'd be loading the dishwasher or something, and I'd come in to find him ignoring all his cool toys in favor of (respectively) his own cave, a burkha, or a mini canyon. This was the day I realized that he will no longer confine himself to a blanket and have hereafter opted for the rug--to which he, incidentally, will not long be confined either.
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