Our darling boy is showing early signs of deviousnes.
The other morning I was in the living room with the Monkeyfish and Curt in the bedroom. The Monkey decided he had to go see what the Da! was doing and headed down the hallway, babbling "thith thith thith". I called "He's Coming Your Way!". Five seconds of silence (which is never a good sign) passed before I heard Curt say "Where's my Monkey?". In response a gleeful chortle floated up from the stairway. Oh Shit. Curt & I met at the top of the stairs where I'd apparently left the gate partially unlocked to find the Monkey halfway down the stairs, proudly laughing his little head off.
The Monkey, he likes the stairs. But not as much as he loves the remote control. Toy remotes, or dead remotes to devices we never use will not suffice. It must be the actual remote mommy and daddy use. The other day he was a might cranky and was determined to get it. I was equally determined to watch my recorded Daily Show episode in peace and refused to hand it over. Giving the best nonchalant performance I've ever seen by a toddler, he disappeared behind the couch to his toy box and emerged all smiles with his popper toy. He can't quite push it himself, but loves to have Mommy chase him around with it. Sucker that I am, I put down the remote and caved to the unspoken request. As I ran around one end of the couch, he bolted around the other and made a beeline for the discarded device, then laughed diabolically as he waved it around in victory.
Guess we'd better start looking for that private South China Sea island to build his evil mastermind lair. I just hope there's room for the Ma! and the Da! somewhere in his plan for world domination....