Edward and I were over at Nini’s apartment yesterday doing laundry. As the morning started to approach its end, it became time to pick Ruby up from school, so I told Edward to get his shoes on. Edward loves to get his shoes on, and he knows that once the shoes are on, it is time to go. After I had helped him into his cute little toddler shoes (he is only 19 months old after all), I turned around for a few seconds to put my own shoes on. That was when I heard the door slam.
I turned back around and did not see Edward anywhere, so I figured he had gone out into the hall as he sometimes does. I finished tying my sneakers and opened the door into the hallway of the apartment building, but I still did not see him. That was when I heard the ding that told me the elevator had just arrived. That was when I remembered that Edward’s other favorite thing to do is to push the buttons on the elevator, so I sprinted down the hallway.
The elevator door was about 3/4 closed when I jammed my foot into it, sending the door shuddering back open again. There, in the elevator, was a grinning Edward, who had run down the hall, pushed the elevator door button, gotten onto the elevator, and then pushed the button for the 2nd floor where, if I had not jammed my foot into the door, he would have gotten off and spent the afternoon happily wandering up the down the hallways while his father ran around screaming his name into the streets.
Kids. They always find new ways to surprise you, am I right? And a note to Edward: if you are caught doing something extremely naughty, the maniacal giggling does not help your case.