while upstairs, i hear the pitter-patter of feet two times on the hardwood floor and think "what's he up to?" he usually takes this opportunity to play on the laptop or desktop. he used to raid the snack cabinet, until i put locks that he couldn't defeat on them.
well....this morning when i came back down...there was a juice box, with a straw in the top, on the coffee table. i wondered if i had missed that and it had been there since last night? who knows. then i asked him, thinking he wouldn't give me an answer,
me -"where'd the juice box come from?"
jack - "in the chichen" (pointing to the kitchen)
me - "where's the straw wrapper?"
jack - "in the twash" (pointing to the trash can in the front room)
sure enough, there was straw trash in the trash can. so that must have been the "pitter-patter" i heard.
PS-by the way, i tried to put a childproof lock on the refrigerator, but it wouldn't stick...
2 comments:
That's my godson!!!!! What a smarty pants:)
I don't know why you're so surprised - look at who he has to learn from!! Like I always say "cute and smart".
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