Washing my socks

CJ wanted to wear his Thomas socks today, but they were dirty (as he had worn them the day before).

He listened to this explanation, and then dissappeared...

I found him by the washing machine, watching his socks, spinning around. He was very proud himself! Not only had he had come up with a solution to his problem, he had been able to do it all on his own!

In other news, the estate agent visited today and has given us a lot to think about. We are definitely getting closer to a decision.