It WAS positve

This morning, as I was making Cameron’s daily PB & J for school, Max started handing me things to add to his lunch. First he gave me the juice box, “This for Cameron’s lunch?” he asked, as he put it in the Superman lunchbag. Then he found a bag of animal crackers and again asked, “This for Cameron’s lunch?” then added it to the bag. He also tried to add some chocolate pudding, but I stopped him at that. At my request he found some napkins and a plastic spoon to include as well. Next, he took the lunch bag and insisted on putting it in Cameron’s backpack all by himself. What a helpful little bug he was.

A few minutes later, I found him sitting at the kitchen table, taking dry Cinnamon Toast Crunch out of his cereal bowl, breaking it up with his fingers and adding it to another bowl he had just retrieved. “Max? What are you doing?” I asked. “I make for Ella,” he responded. Ella was sleeping in today, but I guess he figured she’d be up soon and needed some breakfast.

When it was time for Cameron to catch the bus, Ella was still in her crib sleeping, and Max was busy watching Diego, so I quietly stepped out with Cameron to walk him across the street where the bus comes in the morning. As I was returning home, I was thinking how helpful Max was being this morning, and how I would have to write a very positive blog about him today.

But then…….when I reached the side door where Cameron and I originally snuck out, I turned the knob, but it wouldn’t open. The dead bolt was locked! I didn’t have my keys with me. I knocked for a few minutes, but Max didn’t come to the door.

Then I walked around to the front door, and rang the doorbell. After a few rings, Max came trotting to the door, smiling at me through the side windows. I yelled at him to open the door, but he couldn’t get the lock turned all the way. I motioned him to go to the side door, the one he had originally locked in the first place. He just smiled at me and said, “I go play!”

Eventually he came to the side door, and although he had no problem locking the door, he couldn’t get it unlocked. My last resort was the garage. I pointed to the door connecting the garage and the house. Thankfully, it was open. And as I mentioned in a previous blog when Max escaped, he’s tall enough to reach the automatic garage door button. It took a few minutes of my yelling at him to push the garage button and NOT play in the garage, but he finally managed to do it, and I was able to get back into the house.

I really wanted to write only good things....but he gave me no choice