This evening I was sitting in the office, talking to The Daddy with The Wictor on my lap. In came T-Bot and asked for apple juice. While he was explaining to me his cunning plan for drinking his apple juice with not one but 7 straws (”it’s an experiment, today I am doing experiments…”), The Wictor disappeared. His place on my knee was promptly claimed by the T-Bot, no longer so worried about apple juice now that he could claim a cuddle. 

Moments later I heard strange grunting, straining and wailing noises coming up the hallway. Concerned that the baby was stuck somewhere, I tried hard to remove T-Bot from his perch to go investigate. As I finally managed to boot him off (he has become quite heavy all of a sudden) The Wictor appeared in the doorway, breathing heavily and pointing urgently to the door. 

So I went to the door and looked. And there, just outside the office, was a full 1/2 gallon (1.89L) bottle of apple juice. Distance carried from the kitchen cupboard to the office by a too-small, underweight 22 month old? Around 35 ft.

He has the persistence but not quite the reasoning skills yet - he came the long way around.