He doesn’t know I’m here. But he knows the forks are in there.
He’s looking for the pens. To write on the walls. Again.
He found the cheddar chips. They were inside a high cabinet. But he learned chairs aren’t just for sitting on at dinner.
It doesn’t matter than he just fell down the last two steps. He’s crying because he wants to go back up again.
Even his brother is a toy.