Literally that is...Tate loves to be in the broom closet/pantry in our kitchen. It seems to be his favorite place. He goes in there and laughs and talks and then comes out with a box of cereal or a snack of some sort. I will get the broom out or go to pull out some sacks and find all kinds of toys in there. There's trucks falling out from under the door, at night when we can't find his taggie, we look in the closet. I'll try to open the door to see what he's doing and he'll say, "close da door" or "shut it". It's also often times his poop closet. :)
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