A note to Roark

I am sitting on the floor pretending to be playing with you, when in reality I am just trying to watch TV and let my mind wander. I catch a glimpse of you out of the corner of my eye and notice that you are much higher in my line of vision than you should be – by at least 2 feet. I turn my head and see that you are standing on the toy box and are leaning against the window. I have no idea how you got up there, but am torn between pride at your amazing climbing skills and fear at how injured you could become if I startle you, causing you to fall. As I approach you, your face lights up and your smile spreads from ear-to-ear. You are quite proud of your accomplishment, and although irritated by your sense of adventure, I am a little amused myself. I then spend the next 20 minutes taking you off of that god-forsaken toy box. Over and over again.

Within minutes of convincing you that the toy box is a “no-no” you take up the task of climbing onto the ottoman which is pushed up against the door to the entertainment center. This was of course placed here to prevent you from repeatedly banging the door against the wall. I would love to say that you don’t know what you are doing is wrong, however you have blown your cover by shaking your head “no-no” style the whole time you are climbing. You know that what you are doing is wrong – you just don’t care. Admittedly, it is pretty cute. During all of this Cole would watch you and listen to me. When I would tell you “no”, Cole would shake his head. At one point, the routine was so familiar that he actually looked at you and said “no”. Now that. Was funny.