As I mentioned yesterday, Jacoby loves high places.
I’m not entirely sure how he manages to get up there (and how he manages to do it so fast!), but he loves to get up on the high shelves in the bedroom closet.
He knows he’s not supposed to be in the cloest. Could he possibly be any prouder of himself?
And he knows I think he’s too cute to take down.
I mean look at him!
“You want me to come down..? Okay. I’ll think about it.”
“Yeah, okay. I’ve thought about it. NO.”