He picked a piece of paper off the floor. I said, "That's garbage honey, you can play with it." He toyed with it for awhile. Then he toddled into the kitchen, opened the cabinet under the sink (which I should have had locked), and put it in the garbage. Obviously, I'm a little slow about what to do with garbage.

It was bath time. I tried to sneak onto the computer first to check my email. David hauled me into the bathroom and pointed at the wall with a twisting motion. Because, the first step in taking a bath is turning on the heater. Duh, Mommy.

We came upstairs to change his diaper. I put him down on his bedroom floor and he went zooming down the hall. I wasn't sure I was going to catch him before he hurtled down the stairs. I got there just as he was shutting the gate. Because, the first thing you do when you come upstairs is lock the gate, so the baby doesn't accidentally fall down the stairs. Duh, Mommy.

If he sees a toilet lid up, he shuts it. Because, we shut the toilet lid so the baby doesn't stick his hands in the water.

His sister used to remind me to wash my hands and then she'd check them.