It took two days to find the rolling pin after he helped me cook.
This morning he’s been carrying a large pot around the kitchen and banging on it with a wooden spoon like some poor Dickensian urchin.
I found my house keys in the bottom of my coffee this morning.
I spent two hours walking the streets of amsterdam last night in the rain desperately looking for where he might have dropped his most favourite friend in the whole world, the monkey, with no luck.
He spent a good part of the morning yelling what sounded suspiciously like directions at the men on ladders cleaning the neighbours windows.
In the thirty seconds it took the little girl in playgroup to get her toys to show him, he managed to stuff her entire snack in his mouth.
Nothing is a quicker wake up than stepping on a day old banana slice whilst barefooted.
Watching his current phase in learning to walk, I keep being reminded of the “Thriller” video.