Dennis can now escape from most doors. The doorknob cover ceased to provide protection recently, and he's been waking up and letting himself out of his room to come and find us. This might not be so bad if he didn't do it at 6:00 a.m. So last night we put a baby gate up in his doorway and he was FURIOUS when he opened his door to find it this morning. He began yelling at us at the top of his lungs at 6:30 or so, and we refused to respond. He yelled "Mommy, Daddy, ready to get OUT!" again and again. Sometimes we heard "Mommy, need some help!" or "Come on Daddy". We sort of laughed at his predicament and the escalation of anger in his voice. What really sent us over the edge was when he yelled out at last "MOMMY MITCHELL! DADDY MITCHELL! COME ON!!!! I WANT OUT!!!". I presume this is a direct response to me using his full name on the two or three occasions that I've done it when exasperated with him. We had to stop laughing before we went to let him out!
Tonight on the way home, he dropped Froggy from his car seat onto the floorboard. He said "I drop Froggy" and then "Froggy, come here". Then, "Froggy where are you?". And then (loudly) "FROGGY MITCHELL!!". Too funny.
picture is from tonight's boat ride with Gran and Pop and Gigi (and us, of course)
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That is absolutely hilarious!!! You definitely have a smart, observant little boy on your hands!! Can't wait to join you on a boat ride, looks nice!
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