Cael Outsmarts Mama

Finn's grip of steel + his ability to open Ryan's desk drawers = problematic.

He's especially fond of the battery drawer. I spent an embarrassingly long amount of time trying to pry that AA from his little iron fists this morning. (I even employed Uncle Dan's spoon-dropping trick, but he's gained an immunity.) The result was much screaming and tantrum throwing.

Fast-forward ten minutes.

Cael was playing with a crayon and Finn (as is his SOP) decided that he wanted it. He came up to Cael and yanked the crayon right out of his hands. Cael went to yank it back, but Finn held firm. A tug-o-war ensued.

After a comically long back-and-forth (I'm telling you, the little dude is strong), Cael decided he'd had enough. He let go of the crayon and lunged for Finn's armpits, wiggling his fingers and squealing, "Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

Finn started laughing hysterically and dropped the crayon. Cael grabbed his prize and went back to his drawing.

... Now why didn't I think of that?