Feb 23, 2014 05:02
Yesterday, after breakfast Virgil insisted on going upstairs with Brian to shower. I thought all was well. Apparently, Virgil did not hop in the shower but somehow snuck all the way down to the basement and back upstairs unnoticed.
I came upstairs to get dressed and walk into our bedroom to stop and stare as Virgil pleased as punch walks out of the bathroom holding a hammer. A real honest to goodness metal hammer. As I stood there slack jawed, Brian comes out in a towel brushing his teeth and gets Virgil to relinquish the hammer.
Brian swears he has no idea when the hammer was acquired, only that Virgil has it when he got out of the shower and he'd been following him around trying to get it back for a while. (He also claims showering is less relaxing when there's some sort of to the death grudge match wrestling debacle happening just outside the shower.). I have no idea how I missed all this. I am just thankful that the hammer was not used. (I am also grateful that after the most recent attempt to shove a screwdriver into an electrical outlet I convinced Virgil unscrewing the cat door is more fun. He did kindly announce last night at bed time he needed a screwdriver before going down into the basement (with no lights!) to retrieve one. Which sorta explains the mystery of where the hammer came from, except no one noticed him on his morning journey.)
So....I have a tool obsessed toddler who likes breaking things because it's funny who can potentially teleport or otherwise get to and from the basement unnoticed. This is going to be exciting.
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