Last night as I was putting books back on the shelf Sam walked by. He studied what I was doing, picked up a random book and threw it behind my potted plants. As I looked at him, wondering what my approach should be, he shouted, "You're too late Mama! You'll never get the book now!"
"So Sam, where did you pick that up? Who says this Sam?"
"Swiper Mama, Swiper No Swiping!"
As I'm typing this Sam climbs into my lap. Snuggle time? Trying to push all the keys on the keyboard? He wraps his arms around my neck, looks into my eyes with our noses touching. "Time for Dora yet Mama?"