The Boy Who Cried... Sponge Bob???

This morning, I told Pete that I was going to go upstairs to take a shower.  He didn't want to come upstairs with me, because his favorite new show called Olivia was on.    I told him to be good and went upstairs.  

**Note:  We don't let Pete navigate the stairs without Jeff or myself.  14 hardwood stairs straight down + one little boy who tends to be a bit unsteady on his feet = big ouch!!

Halfway through my shower, I heard Pete yelling something that sounded  urgent. Of course, my mind starts racing and I'm hoping he didn't hurt himself!  I rinsed off as quickly as possible and jumped out of the shower, to find out what all the ruckus was about.  Well, it turns out that his show had finished and Sponge Bob came on.  We don't watch Sponge Bob in our house and the fact that it was on the TV was the cause of Pete's alarm.  I called down to him to let him know it was O.K. and that I would be done with my shower soon.  When I came back downstairs, the TV was off and Pete was sitting on the couch reading a book.  What a goofy kid!!!