We took Kalib to IHOP today and he was naughty. Very, very, naughty - the naughtiest that he had ever been during any outing that we had ever taken him on.
He even hurled a crayon that struck a lady at the next table in the back of the head.
That's how naughty he was.
We were all quite proud of him, because he was acting just like a kid in his "terrible twos." Kalib has over too months to go before he reaches his "terrible twos."
So we knew that he is above average, advancing fast. We were so proud, our chests swelled and our bellies damn near burst right through our shirts.
Even so, we kicked him out, shooed him away from the table and sent him outside. His dad went with him.
Soon, he was at the window, eager to come back in and raise more chaos.
If you wonder why the two glasses and Cholla sauce are on the window sill, it is because we put them there while he was still inside so that he would not knock them across the table.
Later, in the afternoon, I was driving down Church Road when I spotted a hunter on a fourwheeler.
I wonder if he got his moose?
Do you think he was naughty when he was a toddler?
*Cocoon mode: Until I finish up a big project that I am working on, I am keeping this blog at bare-minimum simple. I anticipate about one month.