One digital camera. One preschooler. One hour.

"Here. Go take some pictures while Mommy works."
The result:

Here's Mom typing on her work computer.

I'm not allowed to touch it, but I can get real close.

Mom said I would have to sit in the chair if I touched the computer again. I didn't think I touched it. Sheesh. Sometimes my hands have a mind of their own.

I'll go watch tv and stay out of trouble.

Mom gave me oreos as a snack. Did you know that the white stuff inside makes little balls that stick to the couch when you press them in really well? I didn't either until I tried sticking them to a whole bunch of places. The couch and the little tray of the DVD player are the places where they stick the best.

This is my bellybutton. There's something mysteriously compelling and hilarious about this part of me.

Here's the tv again. It's Rocket Power. I have Rocket Power underwear on today too, but I didn't do that intentionally since Mom picks out my underwear.

This is an empty shelf. It's too empty.

Here's a full cabinet. I should move some of this stuff onto that empty shelf to even things out.

Mom said I would have to sit in the chair if I took more food out of the pantry. I was just helping.

I'll go play with my toys. I have lots of toys. But none of them are as fun as my Mom and Dad. Even just following them around all day saying, "Can I help you?" is more fun than one puzzle. Really.

Bye now!