This is what I found when all became quiet - too quiet - in the house while I was getting ready for work.
I swear he knows EXACTLY what he's doing."What?"
While I did find it impressive that he somehow managed to open the second-to-bottom drawer and pull himself up, without smashing his fingers in the process, I didn't find the repeated towel throwing as I was yelling at him, "No! Towels are not toys!" amusing in the least. Not at all.Cole didn't seem to care though. He picked up a towel, stared me straight in the eyes, and threw it over his back without even blinking.
It's a good thing he is so stinkin' cute.
