It's like he wakes up each day just waiting for the first opportunity he can find to break away from my sight and climb onto the counter in his bathroom.
From tile to toilet he goes, and then it's just a short stretch to get onto the counter.
Today is the first day that he has bothered the actual faucet. It was like I saw the light bulb go on -- that these handles were just like the ones on our garden tub. I know I should have immediately gotten him down.....but I was mesmerized by his darling reflection in the mirror, and I just grabbed the camera instead.
Can you blame me?