Evidence of Max

Our sweet Max is a busy, little boy. Derek and I get a kick out of finding evidence of where he's been. Usually, it's harmless; like finding a truck parked in the pantry...



Or a spoon in the toilet paper...

Sometimes it's slightly annoying, like finding a buckle already done up when I have Seth in my arms and I'm trying to get him in his car seat (or swing, or bouncy seat, etc)...

But today we hit a whole new level...

I was sitting on the couch with Seth. Cole and Max were happily playing together, running back and forth from their room to the living room with blankets and pillows making a little nest for themselves on the living room floor.

On one of the trips, Cole came back to the living room, but Max didn't. Then I heard some noise coming from the study.

"Cole, please go see what your brother is doing." Cole went to the study and came back reporting, "He's playing with the computer."

Feeling too lazy to get up, I called back, "Max, leave the computer alone," hoping he would obey without me having to go get him. Obediently, Max toddled quickly back to the living room.

A little later I went to the study and noticed two things about the laptop. First, it was turned off, and I knew I hadn't done that. And second, well, see for yourself...

Uh-huh, yeah. The space bar is missing.

"Oh great," I thought, "How did he get that off," and, more importantly, "Where on earth did he put it?" I did a quick scan of the area, including the drawers in the desk since I know how much he likes to put things in things, and didn't see it. Figuring he must have carried it back with him to the living room, I left the laptop and assumed it would turn up when we picked up all the toys at bedtime.

At bedtime, the space bar didn't turn up.

I took Max to the study and pointed at the computer. "Max, where did you put the space bar?"

Immediately, and very matter-of-factly, Max pointed to the floppy-disk drive and said, "Dat hole."

A flashlight and some poking around revealed that the space bar was, in fact, in "dat hole." Thankfully, I retrieved it and put it back in it's place without too much trouble.

I have thought for a while now that Max would be one of those kids that liked to take things apart and put them back together, just for the fun of it. I just didn't expect it to happen at 21 months old!