I like buttons. I like to press buttons. Some buttons make sounds. Some buttons make lights. I found a magic button. This button makes by door come off when I press it. I like buttons.
translation by dad:
I got out of the shower this morning and before I could finish drying off anna came in saying, "we have a problem." We usually close champ's door when he goes to bed, so the noise doesn't wake him up at night. He is now sleeping in a "big boy" bed, so we hear him in the morning trying to open the door when he wakes up. Because the house is old, he usually needs a hand because the door sticks. Well this morning he discovered the lock button and couldn't resist pressing it.
After anna telling me champ had locked himself in his room, we both discovered we would make terrible thieves. Neither of us could pick the lock. Finally the engineer kicked in, and I took the door apart to get him out. He had been upset during the process but seemed fairly amused to see his door off the hinges. The eventful morning also included something he hasn't done in a while - he pee'd on my shirt after I was all dressed. Anna and I laughed a lot (which is not my usual reaction to someone peeing on me) and considered it another adventure in parenthood.
He is getting more and more adorable. We have been enjoying his personality in spite of the adventures at times.
-jeff
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