Dylan’s Point of View
Jones and I had such a good time that I forgot about the Scarlett drama for a bit. First, we walked over to the beach and played in the water and tried to build a sandcastle before going home for his morning bath. We watched Sesame Street for awhile then moved on to taking my new clothes out. I sat him in the box to keep him in one spot, he didn’t mind, he got such a kick out of throwing what he could on the floor that he levitated a few times. By the time he had his next bottle he could barley keep his eyes open. While he was napping, I carried my new clothes to the laundry room so I could wash them, it was a perfect morning until I heard Jones scream in pain. He was almost in a full backbend when I got to him his cheeks were flush, I could tell by touch that he had
