Today I walked into the living room to find that The Boy had liberated the liquid vitamins from their box packaging.  We have liquid vitamins because my dear friend Renee gave them to us yesterday with promises of "we have several other bottles and we'll never use this one."  Really I think it was because she was so mortified that I was eating 2/3's of a Flinstones vitamin and handing the final 1/3 to Ethan.  Hey, the box says a half of a vitamin for 2 year olds.  I think I'm being pretty cautious by only using a 1/3. 

He looked at me and gave me a proud "THIS" and handed it over.  Right after he made a fake cough sound.  "Bwa, BWAHHH."

He gets liquid medicine when he is sick.  Only when he is sick.  So I guess he figured out that a fake cough might guarantee him a hit of whatever was in that bottle.  The kid gave a fake cough so I would give him the vitamins.

This act of brilliance should not be confused with the other day when I refused his request to watch "Ellll---OOOOO" and he ran over to the TV and turned it on himself.  But he got crazy and pushed the channel down button which yielded him a screen full of snow.  Derek looked at me.  What did I care if he got stuck with snow? 

The Boy became very frustrated and climbed under the TV table and unplugged the TV.  He crawled back out and started pushing the buttons again.  Thwarted and male, his attention was lost a  millisecond later and he was off to peel the paint off the walls or to relieve the wine rack of all its bottles. 

The next morning, however, he asked to watch Sesame Street again.  And handed me the clicker.  He then ran over to turn on the TV himself.  Which didn't work because it was unplugged.  He ran back to me, grabbed the clicker and started pushing the power button to no avail.  Then, as if in a cartoon, you could see the light bulb go on over his head.  He ran back to the TV, crawled under and plugged the damn thing back in. 

We are so screwed.