I took Alex upstairs with me yesterday while I folded laundry. As is typical, he turned Eric’s basket upside-down and started playing with the clean laundry. Since he wasn’t hurting anything, I let him be while I worked on my clothes. Suddenly Alex started his cry of frustration. I looked over to see him trying to stuff a pair of Eric’s denim shorts into my wooden shoe rack. This is the type of rack with little cubbies for each pair of shoes. I looked, and he had already filled a couple of blank holes with T-shirts, but the shorts were a little too stiff and he couldn’t get them in. I helped him do that while he giggled and clapped his hands. Then he went back to it, stuffing a few pairs of underwear in as well.