So what that the whoppersnapper is five months old?
So what?
He's high in the rear. He's high all over, too.
He's high enough to steal Jib's toys off the outside table.
He's high enough to grab socks out of Mom's laundry basket.
He's high enough to snag a cookie from the kitchen counter. And there is NO flappy snappy to stop him!
He's so high he can't walk under my belly anymore.
He's so high he can't squeeze under the bed upstairs anymore.
He's high as a kite.
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