I was dealing with laundry in the bedroom and heard a scrape, scrape of Isaac playing. It wasn't a sound I recognized, but it seemed to be a toy and it didn't seem as though it was hurting anything. So I let it go.
A few minutes later Isaac comes into the bedroom, riding the bus. I think he felt left out with all the first day of school activities and tried to get in on the action.
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