Spencer loves paper. Loves, loves, loves it. He loves to eat it, to crinkle it, to rip it, to slobber all over it, and to eat it some more. If we leave a magazine within his reach, it's shredded in seconds. If a paper book is left lying around where he can grab it, it ends up getting sent to the recycling pile. (And don't even bother trying to give him one of those cardboard books. He can't be bothered with pages that don't tear.)
Incidentally, if he spends any amount of time unattended in a room with a trash can full of receipts and paper scraps, well, you can just see for yourself what he's capable of.
His shirt says "I Love My Mom." His actions say otherwise.
P.S. You better believe he loved his front-row seat to the winter games this year
P.P.S. It's pictures like this that seriously make me want to go wake him up and play with him.
'Cause paper eater or not, he truly melts my heart every moment I lay eyes on him.
'Cause paper eater or not, he truly melts my heart every moment I lay eyes on him.
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