Just A Little Story

Rather than attempt to catch up about pregnancy, potty training, our anniversary, my birthday, my vacation, the recent trip to Houston, switching phone plans, the job hunt, and anything else I would have been able to drum up to write about had I felt like it, I'm just gonna tell a story. A Tycho story (is there any other kind?).

Today I came downstairs and saw Tycho... playing musical chairs by himself? I don't know what he was doing, but he had the chairs pulled out from the table and he was walking around and around, touching each one as he passed. He didn't see me watching him. I decided to see what would happen because it's not often that he plays by himself. He continued in this manner, humming to himself, and eating out of a yogurt cup (talk about multitasking!) until he accidentally spilled a little bit of yogurt on one of the chairs. He looked around... I thought he was looking around to see if anyone saw him spill it, but then I saw him notice a towel on top of the table and he got this "Aha!" look on his face. He stood there for a second (my guess is trying to figure out how best to get the towel), pushed one of the chairs back, and then used that chair to climb up on the table to get the towel. All of this while still holding the yogurt cup in one hand. He got the towel, realized he couldn't climb back down without a spare hand (remember, he's still holding the yogurt cup and now the towel as well), threw the towel on the ground, and then climbed down to retrieve it so he could clean up the spill. For some reason, this is remarkable to me. Not just how he did it, but the fact that he didn't go get someone to clean it up for him, or even just leave it there for someone to find later. Anyway, it was a dry towel and he made the chair all sticky by rubbing around the yogurt with the dry towel--I decided this was my queue to help him out, so I came in and helped him clean it up with soap and water. The whole scenario made me wonder if this is why I come across so many sticky things in my own home. Has he done this before? Who knows... but, if that is the case, then I'm glad my son is so awesome that I'm just coming across sticky things, rather than things with ignored, crusted-on, old food. Ah, tender mercies.