Sneaky toddler

Earlier today, I was in my bedroom fixing my hair. Perrin was dumping my makeup out on the floor and stealing money from his daddy's change bucket (a pretty typical morning for us). Then he suddenly walked out of my room, shut the door hard behind him, and yelled at me, "Don't open!" My first thought was, "Great... my son, who isn't even two yet, is already trying to boss me around." When really, my first thought should have been, "Wait a second... he always wants me to play with him. What's he planning to do that he wants me to stay in my room for?" Well, I figured it out a couple minutes later. I heard the pitter patter of little feet as he ran into his room then came out again and went into the bathroom. A few seconds later, I heard water running in the sink. My cue to check up on him.

When I opened the bathroom door, he was in the process of washing his pajamas in the sink. Water was everywhere. And he definitely had a guilty look on his face.

He's tried a couple times since then to close me into a room. But when he uses that telltale phrase, "Don't open!" I can be sure he's about to do something mischievous. So, for now, I'm at least enjoying the couple minutes of advanced notice.