The other morning, I was in the shower. HJ came running in asking me to turn on a movie. I told him I was busy, but would help him when I was out of the shower.
A few minutes later, I turned off the shower. Behind the bathroom door, I could hear a TV on. I open the door and discovered this…
He built a staircase and turned the TV on. How he did it, I will never know. My dresser is OLD, like great-great grandma old. I have to use two hands to open the drawers (maybe I should get new furniture…). He somehow pulled the bottom drawer completely out. Then, he opened the next two drawers just a little bit, building himself a staircase and climbing on up to the TV.
While I was picking up that mess, I heard him doing something in the kitchen. I came out to HJ and the dog shoving a bowl of potato chips in their mouths. He apparently opened the pantry, climbed up the shelf (I have to hide chips from him, and clearly I need a new spot) and put them in a bowl.
This morning, HJ was playing with a toy that asks questions about animals. I was listening to him play and giggling. First I heard it ask, “What animal has a big mane?”. His response was, “LION! ROAR!”.
The next question was, “What animal has a belly pouch?”. He must have been thinking, because it asked again, “What animal has a belly pouch?”.
His response? “MY MOMMY!”