I see it, that twinkle in your eye. I see you. You know that you're in trouble. As much trouble as a one-year old gets into, anyway. You're on the table, again. It's irresistible, isn't it? If you didn't do it, who would scavenge the uneaten food and dump over the almost empty water glasses? Who would sit on top of it as if he were King of the Hill? Only you.
Then you are put down, and scolded. No, no Mason. Or No thank you, Mason. Or Stay down, Mason. These all work so well. Then you give me this look -
Perhaps my favorite though, is coming around the corner to find you where you were finishing up your lunch. You've deposited the shells and cheese on your head and are eating them from there. Yum.
Is this where the saying "Boys will be Boys" comes from? Because they escape all other logic and understanding? That, and the saying, "You're lucky that you're cute!" Fitting for my little guy, I think.