Mr. Helpful

Then there are the times when I round the corner to find him digging around under my sink. At which point he stands up and hands me a tube of hair gel as if he were getting it for me all along. Or when I find him digging in the trash can and he looks up to realize I am standing there and hands me a paper towel covered in coffee grounds as if it is just the thing I need. This, I am learning, is how he is defuses the situation to avoid the possibility of getting a stern "hands off, Timothy." Ahhh, they learn to manipulate at such a young age.
Most of the time Timothy hands me the random object and moves on but occasionally he changes his mind and wants it back. Usually I am able to oblige and return his object of desire but occasionally, for his safety (because, you know, one year old kids shouldn't be playing with razors and I answered "yes" to the "Is your house baby proofed?" question at his last well visit so I wouldn't know how to explain the cuts), I do not return the coveted item. That's when I get his angry yell.
This kid, he gives it all he has! Isn't the third child supposed to be laid back?
But it doesn't take much to make his world right again. . .

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