I realize that is a strange title for a blog entry, but trust me, it is fitting. Last weekend, I found Wesley sitting on the dining room floor, facing the wall. He was chattering away, happy as a clam. I was baffled. Then I saw him start to crawl toward the wall. This is what he had been talking to:

It is a CD holder that Jim gave me for Christmas a few years ago. I guess it looks really interesting to Wesley - a little man just his size to talk to! He stops by King Tut once a day now to chat and touch his face.
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