Inventive Days

I thought the days of invention were over. 

When he was a little over a year until just recently there would be days when A would try to see if a wooden block could be used as a pen to write on the cat.  Or the days when cat kibble would be pushed between a door to open it.  Or a lid to the shape sorter would be tiddly-winked into an electrical outlet to make the Matrix move.  Or (the most usual) objects that seemed to be indestructable would have their hidden seam, screw, hasp, or weak point instantly discovered and the object would be scattered across three rooms.

He hasn't been doing that latelly.  So, you can imagine my surprise and dismay when I discovered that the knocking noises I heard in the bathroom were A painting the bathroom.  Brown.  With a toilet brush.  Straight from the toilet.  That he'd just been sitting at.  

"But I wanted to make stew," he said after I came down from high parental orbit.

Yes, it's what you're thinking.