Busted!

Some kids are angels, some kids are flirts, our kid: sneaky. Roland loves hiding and all things stealth. Lately he has been slipping into the office, crawling under the desk and turning the surge protector on and off and on and off - which is GREAT for the computer, monitor, phone, back up hard drive and printer we have plugged into it. Playing with electronics and cords of any kind is forbidden, and we have now ruled the office off limits. What Roland hears when we tell him this is "whaa-waa-waa-whaa-waa-waa-office-whaa-waa-stay-out". Commence sneaking in.

Today everyone needed a nap - which is pretty remarkable in this house. Aria and I passed out cold in one room, Roland was supposed to be napping in his room and Brian was going to catch a quick cat nap in the office, while monitoring Roland's room. Stretched out on the couch with his feet towards the door, Brian heard Roland ever so quietly opening his door, taking the customary pause to scan the top of the stairs and see if he was detected, and then he slipped out, gently closing his door and quietly opening the office door. The rest of the story works best from Brian's perspective. "After closing the office door he turned and went straight for the surge protector, then he noticed my feet. You could totally tell as it totally occured - slowly - what he was seeing. He looked from my feet to legs, seeming more and more surprised as he finally saw my face. And then he looked totally stunned, and completely, totally busted."

Brian wanted to make a big deal out it - and rightly so - but he couldn't stop laughing as Roland was sheepish and speechless that he had been caught red handed. And it wouldn't have mattered anyway, if we know anything about our son, it's that we're going to have to tell him about two hundred times not to do something that could potentially kill him. Like harassing Buddy. And jumping off of everything. And why he has to hold someones hand in every parking lot.