It's been almost 3weeks since I started fostering Dante.
He gets excited when I bring the laundry baskets out. Just like Rum and Kiki.
Dante in the basket. Rum trying to get him out. She thinks everything in the house belongs to her.
Now Rum got a new basket and Dante wants to play in it, too.
"Go away! This is my basket!"
Kiki attacking dad's sock. She loves playing on her own.
Rum is tired. She's bored, too cos Dante is gone.
"Was I too rough to him?"
"Life is tough here"