Yesterday morning I had to make some telephone calls.  Calls that I kept putting off because it is impossible to use the phone in front of Peanut. He is in love with the telephone.  To an almost alarming level.  Nothing sets him off into a temper tantrum quite like not having access to the telephone or even worse when it is taken away from him.  Just try and pry your cell phone from his little paws as he clutches for dear life.  The screams and cries are out of this world.  Most of the time he is a happy, easy-going boy, but, when he hears that tell-tale ring, you can hear the rapid pitter patter of his little feet as he comes running and screaming, “hi!”, “hi!”, “hi Dadda!”.

But, back to that morning.  I could not put off the calls any longer. So, Peanut was happily banished to the playzone downstairs to watch Baby Macdonald while I got to it.  

In the winter, the temperature on the first floor of our townhouse ranges from freezing cold to ice age, so, Peanut was decked out his stylish camel colored chords, turtle neck, and jacket. When I came downstairs 15 minutes later, this is what I found: 

Apparently, he was not down with the stylish camel colored chords.  I am afraid we may have a little nudist in the making.  I am grateful that diaper was still intact.