You can never get enough

Time never lies heavy on Otter's hands. He can always do one of his favorite things:

1. Run in circles around the living room giggling saying something that sounds like "hiccup" or (bizarrely) f**k-y.
2. Take everything off the second shelf of the living room toy-laden bookcase and cram himself into the space he's made.
3. Make tunnels out of books opened and stood on end, put his Fisher Price Little People in cars and send them through, and back, and through, and back.
4. Pull down the yellow plastic bucket of his socks, dump them out on the floor, stick his feet in the bucket, and sit down, saying "Fit!" until he overbalances and falls over.
5. Play his wooden drums using two of the plastic knives from his dish set as drumsticks.
6. "Read" his Maisy train book to himself.
7. Empty his sippy cup drop by drop onto the rug (preferably while his parent-on-duty is otherise occupied), then say "uh-oh! MESS!" and ask for a washcloth to wipe it up.
8. Pile all the socks from the laundry on his kidsize green armchair.
9. Search the floor for stray cereal from times he's had snacks in the living room; find one, say "taste it?" and pop it in his mouth.
10. Push his Fisher Price Little People into the tubes of his Tomy Ball Party toy, so that they slide down the tubes.
11. Pretend to cut up all his pretend food with his dish-set plastic knives.
12. Point to indeterminate (to us) things high upon the DVD bookshelf and ask "what's that?". Repeatedly.
13. Wave at his shadow (must have appropriate lighting conditions to play this one)
14. Lean on the gate to his father's home office and ask for something he thinks is in there. whether it is or not... the big guitar, the music toy, or, most recently, a mysterious dog.
    

The dog is mysterious because, to our knowledge, there is not (and never has been) any dog in Greg's office, stuffed animal style or live. However, to keep the peace, after telling Otter repeatedly that there was no such dog, I finally told him, no, he could not have the dog in the office, because the dog was sleeping.

Don't judge me until you've answered a toddler's questions honestly at least twenty times in a row with no signs of progress.