To Catch a Thief ...
He waddles casually up to the couch. I know what he's after, it's not the first time. He looks around to see if the coast is clear and grabs for it. Little does he know that I have watched his every move. "Milo," I ask, "what are you doing?"
And off he runs as fast as his 11-month-old legs can carry him, TV remote in hand, a mischevious sparkle in his eyes.