The Duck

Jonathan has officially become too smart for us:

We've always had to have a replacement toy ready when we take away whatever objects of general untoyishness (i.e., cameras, cell phones, Mommy's hair, poopy diapers, etc.) have recently sparked his curiosity. The other day I was talking to Paul on my phone. I was sitting on the floor next to Johnny, who was happily eating a big rubber duck. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, he shoved his duck in my mouth and took my cell phone away. Then he looked up at me, with a grin full of cell phone, as if to say, "See Mommy, it's okay, you still have a toy!"