All the usual stuff; mopping the floors, doing the laundry, picking up toys as fast as he can throw them around, turning around for 2 seconds and suddenly he's gone, off to parts unknown.
Knowing that I've got every possible door locked with a chain at the top does give me at least some semblance of peace, but not being able to find him coupled with his previous history usually makes this a race against time.
Do I find him BEFORE or AFTER the impending havoc?
Today was a new one. I could hear him thumping around but couldn't pinpoint the exact spot due to the washing machine, dish washer, and the television all performing a symphony of unflipping believable annoying background music.
Finally, I opened the door to the closet under the stairs and found this image looking back at me.
Notice the beady little eyes staring out the handle on the right; if he hadn't had his hand sticking out the other side I probably would have missed him. After convincing him that no, he wasn't Batman and no, that wasn't the Bat cave, and yes I really DID know the actual Batman, he climbed out.Tuesdays with Morrie doesn't come close to Mondays with Trot.
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I can't believe he was in there. (Well, actually I can.) How does he come up with this stuff? Whatever Ang is paying you, it's not enough. :)
That's the sad part, Stacy. I need an agent.
That boy is too much, bro! That is absolutely classic! Aren't you glad you get to stay home on Mondays to experience it?!!
Not really, Mattie. Not really.
My plan is coming together just fine. Oh I forgot to tell you I sent the book of how to drive your dad crazy to Trot and Rakes a couple years back. ;)
And admit it, Mondays are your favorite day. Besides it gives you new material
If you are behind this, Tex remind me to delete you from the will.
You could make a case for tethering Trot to yourself with one of those retractable dog leashes so he could never be more than 30 feet away and you could track him down. Child Services would be cool with that.
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