Great Moments in Parenting

I'm laying on the floor reading a library book. Thomas thinks that he should play with (read: eat) my book, so I give him one of his plastic books. We are the picture of cuteness as he rolls around and chews on his book next to me as I read. Eventually, he tires of the book and starts moving around and playing with other toys. After a while, he ends up at the other end of the living room, kicking his feet and seeming very happy that he traveled so far. The next time I look up, he's facing the wall. "Hey baby, whatcha doinWHOA!" I jump up and run across the room, because the baby is laughing and scratching at an electrical outlet. Now my folded-up easel has a strategic, new home.