A friend gave me 5 boxes of clothes for Conal the other night. After bringing them inside this morning, it took about 3 minutes for things to unravel. And now we have this:

He went wild with the clothes. He pulled them out of the boxes with a speed normally reserved for shoving Craisins in his mouth. He threw them into piles and then gathered piles into his arms and threw them up in the air. He rolled in the clothes. Put them on his head and walked around in circles. Fell into the piles.

He had fun. And I can’t really argue with that.