Boxed In

My mom has been pretty preoccupied in the evenings, focusing all her attentions on wrapping our worldly belongings in paper and then putting them in huge cardboard boxes. I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but I'm starting to get a little worried that she's forgotten I exist. So I've come up with a plan to remind her how helpful I can be.

The Amazing Ever-Changeable Archie

I'm learning and processing so much new information about my world every day that sometimes I wake up and I know new stuff and it seems like magic. Presto! This is my favorite soft toy! Presto! This is where my books live! Presto! Drinking my milk bottle is the last thing I eat before I get to get out of my chair and run around some more. And sometimes getting out of my chair doesn't happen in as timely a fashion as I want it to, at which point I perform what is to date my greatest feat of transformation: From this...

...to this. Voila! Thank you, thank you. I couldn't have done it without my parents. And for my next trick...