The Game is Afoot!

It's become a game really. Like playing chess with a master champion.

You see, it began with a simple scream. We would change his diaper. End of game. We win.

But then he adapted.

Scream. Go to change his diaper. Get peed on. One for him.

We adapted. We started waiting a minute while he finished his business.

He's really smart though.

Scream. Wait a little. Diaper's wet, good. Change him. Then he would poop while his diaper was off. One for him.

We changed our tactics. We would wait for the familiar sounds that let us know there was more in the diaper than the liquid gold. We were winning again.

He truly is really smart though.

He screams. We wait for the sounds that tell us his own special little gift for us has arrived. We go to change him, but he holds on to just enough to make a mess while the diaper was off again.

How do I know he's doing this on purpose as a little game? That he's really that smart?

Because he never does this at Grandma's house.

Don't let the pretty face fool you. There's a mastermind lurking underneath that innocent exterior.