Sunday mornings is when we give Piper’s mansion (we never call it a cage) a deep clean, as well as the living room where he spends most of his time. On this particular day, we had finished, setting Piper up for the day. I was working at the dining room table, while my husband was upstairs.
As I edited stories, I began to hear things falling on the floor. Correction: being pushed to the floor. Papers were pulled out of one of Piper’s two boxes, all his toys were on the ground, he even bulldozed two old Vitamin bottles we keep for this purpose, though most of the time he ignores them. Then the grand finale: the empty box, relieved of its circulars, crashed to the floor.
Piper loves when Mister Rain or I “yell” at him. “What are you doing, Piper? Daddy and I just cleaned! How could you do such a thing, throwing all your toys on the floor! I can’t even look at you!”
My faux admonishments were met with a response of chortles, chatters and let’s call it what it is: sass. I could not see him but I certainly heard him, as well as being able to make out the carnage all over the living room floor.
I continued to reprimand and Piper continued to backtalk . . . I mean, beaktalk, and look over the edge of the table, waiting for me to pick everything up so he could do it again. As soon as I placed one of the toys on the table, he sent it back to the ground.
“I can’t even look at you!” was not only part of our schtick, it was a fib. The truth is, “I can’t STOP looking at you. And I will yell at you forever.”
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