We have a little prankster in the house.
Since our van had to go into the shop for repairs, I decided to finally clean it out. For some reason, I decided to bring in the garage door opener. I left it on the ledge next to the dining room and promptly forgot about it from that day on.
A couple nights ago, we were finishing up dinner and the boys were beginning to scatter when during Doc's conversation with me, I became distracted by the humming sound of the garage door opening.
We were immediately stumped. Doc went over to the garage door and opened it. Our garage was open to the world and Leigh was wondering if she had done anything wrong. My face scrunched up in confusion and I envisioned Leigh on her hind legs reaching up to push the button on the wall with her tongue mischievously hanging to the side.
"Well, Leigh couldn't have done it," I said decisively. As usual, I became worried and said, "Well, I hope that doesn't happen while we are not here!" Doc pushed the button and as the garage door started to close, he turned and saw Happy with the garage door opener in his hands that I had forgotten about all these weeks.
While we had been talking away and not paying attention to our three-year-old, Happy had stood up in his chair, turned around, and noticed the peculiar-looking black thingie on the ledge. He had decided to check it out and see what happens.
It's never a dull moment.
Since our van had to go into the shop for repairs, I decided to finally clean it out. For some reason, I decided to bring in the garage door opener. I left it on the ledge next to the dining room and promptly forgot about it from that day on.
A couple nights ago, we were finishing up dinner and the boys were beginning to scatter when during Doc's conversation with me, I became distracted by the humming sound of the garage door opening.
We were immediately stumped. Doc went over to the garage door and opened it. Our garage was open to the world and Leigh was wondering if she had done anything wrong. My face scrunched up in confusion and I envisioned Leigh on her hind legs reaching up to push the button on the wall with her tongue mischievously hanging to the side.
"Well, Leigh couldn't have done it," I said decisively. As usual, I became worried and said, "Well, I hope that doesn't happen while we are not here!" Doc pushed the button and as the garage door started to close, he turned and saw Happy with the garage door opener in his hands that I had forgotten about all these weeks.
While we had been talking away and not paying attention to our three-year-old, Happy had stood up in his chair, turned around, and noticed the peculiar-looking black thingie on the ledge. He had decided to check it out and see what happens.
It's never a dull moment.
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