Beckham loves to sit on the counter. He thinks he owns it. He will play happily and calmly on the counter for an hour straight. If I go too close when he doesn't want me there, he pushes me away NO Mama, my counter! He was up there the other day and I called out to him.
Beckham, what are you doing?
paying paydoughs mama!
When I turned around to look at him this is exactly how he looked back at me. HAH! caught in the act. I didn't realize there was a plate of brownies on the counter. Little stinker.