SmarTY Pants

Dear Tyson,

Oh my goodness!  You continue to grow and to amaze me.  I get so excited every time you do something new or something funny, and this happens on a daily basis.

Take yesterday, for example.  Over the past few months you have become obsessed with Goldfish.  You have figured out exactly where we keep them in the pantry.  It has gotten to the point where I have to try to distract you while I'm cooking dinner because you will rush me every time I open the door and demand nothing less than a Goldfish reward.  You did this very thing yesterday night.  I got out a handful to give you two at a time (it can't be any more than two, or you'll try to shove them allll in your mouth).  I put one in each of your cute little hands and left the pile on the kitchen table.  You enjoyed your snack and continued playing, and I wandered over to the other side of the kitchen to keep chopping and boiling.  Less than a minute later, I looked over and couldn't believe my eyes.  I'll be darned if you didn't get sick of waiting for your next Goldfish fix and find a way to get to them yourself!  You were teetering on your makeshift scaffold and risking life and limb to get your snack (okay, that may be a slight exaggeration... but you could have gotten another one of those trademark bruises on your face).

I did what any great parent would do.  I took pictures.

You somehow pushed my computer over to the table and realized that it would make a good step stool.  Well played, sir!  I just can't believe how smart you are and what an independent little guy you have become.  It's a good thing that you also still do silly things like this sometimes to let us know that you still need our help:

 
Do you see your little feet under there?!  You got stuck chasing a ball.  Under a dining room chair.  You had to be rescued.  Yep.  Thanks for all the giggles.

Love you,

Mom