Too smart

A while back I wrote that the Fiendling was becoming a bit too independent and started trying to leave through the front door. After finding him on the front porch deep in discussion with a neighbor we started locking the door from the inside, using a key well out of his reach.

The other night I was cooking dinner. The Fiendling walked into the kitchen, said “Fiendling need step stool,” looked around, picked it up and left the room. It took me about two seconds to process and I quickly followed him out of the room, through the dining room, down the hall and into the foyer where he put the step stool in front of the door and climbed up. He locked and unlocked the door and put the key in and out of the lock.

I asked, “Fiendling, what are you doing?”

He replied, “Fiendling go outside.”

I said, “No. It’s dinner time and it’s dark out. You’re not wearing shoes or a coat. You need to stay inside.” I put him on the floor, made sure the door was locked, picked up the stool and returned to the kitchen with him running behind me yelling, “Uh-uh dinner time! Fiendling’s step stool. Fiendling go outside. Fiendling’s step stool!”

In two days he’ll be two years old.