We have a side table next to our couch that Esther can reach. Nothing on it is really dangerous to her, but it's not stuff we want her to get into. She knows that, but she also knows she can get away with touching it, and of course semi-forbidden fruit is almost as glamorous as the forbidden stuff! So lately, anytime I'm out of her line of sight for more than thirty seconds, I'm apt to come back to find her sitting on the couch with a remote in each hand, pushing buttons for all she's worth. Occasionally she goes for something else (one time I came in to find her marking on the inside back cover of a Bible with a pen...oops!), but the remotes are by far her favorite. The best part, though, seems to be getting caught! The other day I came in to find her poised on the couch with one hand outstretched toward the remote, looking back toward the kitchen and just waiting for me to notice what she was up to! Here are some pictures of the "crime" in progress.





"What are you looking at me for? I'm not up to anything!"













"Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, I'm faster than you are!"











"Score!"