Sam [smiling innocently] : Nah, nothing Ma...you know, just hanging around and stuff!
As soon as Mom turns her head (or so Sam thinks), he focuses again on the object of his attention, with a grin so mischievous it's even apparent from behind...while humming softly to himself "A hunting we will go....."
Okay...so first we try lift up this leg...
Or maybe it's THIS leg...
No! No! It MUST be this leg then...
Oh..COME ON! I am soooooo close.
And what, may we ask little smurf, might have you so determined to climb up on the chair?
Why, the kitty, of course! Oh please, Mom, don't just sit there giggling while I struggle so. I PROMISE not to grab her by the tail as I *ALWAYS* do. I just LUV my kitty so much. Please?
Seriously? You're just gonna sit there?
Well, who can say "No" to such a desperate little face? So, I lifted Sam up onto the chair and guided his hand to softly touch our Belle Kitty, but the second I let go of his hand, what do you think he did?
Promptly grabbed her by the tail and tried to lift her up, as always. Anyone have any great ideas/suggestions for somehow showing a predominantly non-communicative smurf how to gently deal with animals? Sigh.
Trying to climb up on chairs is not the only thing our busy little boy has been up to. In keeping with his obsession with knocking and banging, he has found the closing of Oupa's newly made safety gate to be extremely entertaining. And will go to any lengths, literally, to slam it...again...and again...and again! And, if we refuse to indulge him, he'll jolly well try and do it himself.
What a busy little boy....a gloriously and thankfully busy little boy!
So.......6 sleeps till Sam's surgeries! Let the nerves begin. *Double Sigh!*