Calgon; Take Me Away and it's only 9:29 am

This is him being goofy for a picture; the norm. He's a pretty goofy wide open kid.

So I'm on the phone with someone getting my online password all straight for an account and I waited quite a while to get through. Wasn't hanging up. I hear the Littlest' voice saying, "Mom, I'm downstairs!" over and over again. In the back of my mind (as the front of my mind was concentrating on the call) I was thinking, we don't HAVE a downstairs, he's fine, we ARE downstairs. There is only an upstairs from where we are. Ignore the child for a moment. Continue talking for about 30 seconds more and the Littlest is in my face, "MOM I'M DOWNSTAIRS, COME SEE!" so I tell the woman, "I'm so sorry, please hold for one second." and I follow my sweet little non sensical son. I follow him like the children in the Pied Piper nursery rhyme. All.The.Way.To.The.Garage.Door which was wide open and I watch him go DOWNSTAIRS to the floor of our garage. Straight to his trycycle which he clearly had just been riding By.Himself.While.I.Was.On.The.Phone.Ignoring.Him. Ok. I realize I'm still holding the phone with the woman on the other end while my mouth was hanging wide open. He UNLOCKED the door and simply did what he wanted to do. Easy Peasy apparantly. As I wordlessly watch him happily riding his tricycle in circles in the garage, I put the phone to my ear and continue the call, all the time standing there watching him in amazement. I end the call, and look at him. "Littlest, you aren't ALLOWED to do this, you cannot open this door and come outside by yourself, come inside now." to which he curtly replies

FINE!

eh?

Calgon take me away.