My toddler is a thief and a scoundrel

Something’s been happening to my sweet boy the last few weeks. I can see the gears turning in his head as his cognitive awareness builds. He’s started to develop new skills — he’s thisclose to escaping the Pack ’n’ Play and can also get most of his torso out our main floor window (send help) — and new fears: our Dyson Tower Fan, which he’s convinced is plotting to murder him as he sleeps.

My son will be two after Christmas, and he’s been dipping his toe in the lake of toddlerhood for awhile now. But we seem to have entered a new phase of obstinance, one marked by…