Real Comedian

We think Max might be playing with us.

Example 1:
Earlier today he was contentedly sitting in his swing while I did some work on the computer in the office when I noticed it getting a little chilly in the house. Like any responsible parent I fetched one of Max's blankets, folded it neatly to fit over his lower half without obstructing the motion of the swing. After what I estimated to be a three-second interval of internal debate, Max, with a sudden burst of energy and the most serious expression on his face, kicked like hell until the blanket was a heap on the floor. I caught the very end of this little rebellion out of the corner of my eye, turned to him and asked, " What do you think your doing?" His answer? Another one of those big, gummy, open-mouthed smiles. I think we repeated this game six times before boredom set in and the thumb reentered the mouth. (His thumb, his mouth of course.)

Example 2:
Max and I met Annie in the kitchen as she returned home from work. As mom approached and proceeded to greet him (as I held him on my shoulder), Max would smile his giant smile and then turn and bury his face in my neck. Who taught this kid to play coy? I think they repeated THIS game about six times before mom's arms started giving out, as she still hadn't set down her giant work and shopping bags.

I think we're in for it.