When we moved to our new apartment, Cal quickly discovered a lot of fun things to do. Specifically, he discovered how fun it is to throw things down the stairs. As much as he loves it, we have strictly enforced a "no throwing down the stairs" rule.
Last week, I heard a small toy bounce down the stairs. I began to stomp slowly up the stairs to let Cal know that he was in trouble. When I arrived at the top, Cal ran out of his room holding his stuffed dog, Jellycat and shouted, "I did it! I did it!", as if Jellycat were accepting responsibility for throwing the toy.
Jellycat often "helps" us wash dishes, eat dinner, or put away toys. Now, it appears as though Jellycat has become Cal's personal whipping boy. Meg and I got a good laugh out of the whole thing. It's kind of hard to get mad at Cal when he does such funny things.
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