The other evening as I was putting Bryson's jammies on, he figured out how to zip and unzip them himself. I helped him practice a few times and then left the room for a bit while he played.
When I walked back in the room, I noticed something tumor-like going on with his leg. "It's not a tumah!" What's the movie? Think Arnold.
It turns out Bryson decided to load up his leg with trains from his train set.
After calling in Mike to see and laughing at Bryson for a bit, we helped him unzip and unload his leg so we could put him to bed.
Apparently after we tucked him into bed he decided he'd be more comfortable sleeping with both legs loaded. This is how we found him about an hour after he fell to sleep. Nice.
