Today Luke got something off of the mantel over the fireplace. I still am not sure how he managed it. When I asked him, he said, “I climb up, like a monkey.”

The other day he and Maggie were doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. I told him to stop and he looked at me and said, “No Mom, we’re being bad guys.”

I’d guess he’s right and bad guys probably don’t listen to their mommies.

He is something else, that Luke of mine.

On a semi-related note, two nights ago Adam woke me after a nightmare. He told me that in his dream he had a pile of green fruit snacks and Luke stole them. I got Adam back to sleep by promising that in my dream, I would put Luke in time out.