Hair unkempt and wearing a dirty t-shirt, Sammy went wild a few days before Christmas. One minute he was tearing off his bib (that's where the shirt got dirty) and the next he was all over the house. We were caught off guard when rushed for the stairs and climbed to the top (when/where he learned this we have no idea). Once we caught him and brought him back down, the next thing we knew he was in the kitchen drawers. Didn't he realize Santa was watching?
Sammy knows enough to wait just long enough until he has an audience...
Beating his Mommy (in chase) to the top...
Turn your head for a moment and he's in something else...
Luckily, the sharp instruments are stored higher up...
