Busted!

My sister was visiting for the Christmas holiday, so Jackson and I decided to spend the afternoon with her and my mom.  My mom has a beautiful built-in bookcase with a glass door that she uses to store her breakable items.  Jackson discovered today that he could not only reach the door knob to said bookcase, but that he could open it as well.  A good chunk of the day was spent reminding him that the bookcase was off limits, and then subsequently removing grubby, little fingers from the knob.

After one such occasion, he laid down on floor with his pillow (a lovey to which he is incredibly attached) and I got up to get something to drink.  I made it about 5 feet around the corner, when I heard the tell tale sound of the bookcase opening.  When I went back into the living room, he looked up at me and I could see it in his face that he knew he was busted.

Without even a blink, he slid his little hand out of the bookcase and closed the door.  Flashing a grin from ear to ear, he giggled as he walked away letting me know just how cute he thought he was.

Don't tell him, but I was choking on my own laughter, because it was pretty freakin' cute.