But, he got bored.
So, he went looking for trouble.
He coveted some rocks that were out of reach and off limits.
He couldn't help himself. He "needed" the rocks.
For a second, I think he felt guilty.
After a while, he reluctantly decided to listen and put the rocks back.
He was sad and pouted for a long time.
Luckily for me, he got over it...
and resumed playing.
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