I'm sure it happens with every kid, but about a month ago Max started magically pointing at things with his little pointer finger while grunting questioningly for an answer. Nobody showed him how to point, it just happened.
So today I rearranged the "kid gates" set up in various doorways around the first floor with the specific reasons of giving Max more freedom to roam, and us a lot less of an "ear-full" when we happen to be on opposite sides of said gates.
Max's first unencumbered trip through the gate-free doorway into the kitchen was classic. He proceeded to stop and point to every little thing I still needed to child-proof. It was like he was giving me fair warning of things I needed to move - or he would do it himself at his convenience. The fly swatter hanging under the chalkboard. Spin 60 degrees to the stack of mail scattered about the kitchen table. Spin another 40 degrees to the chest in the hallway supporting various odds and ends, none of which should be eaten by a one year old.
It's nice to have a kid who has your back...
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