After dangling a backpack by the strap and watching it spin, Dmitry flounced over to my chair, climbed it, slipped, slammed his chin on the table, and ran to Mommy for comfort. After bashing his head against mine while I tried to hug him, he looked at mommy with droopy eyes, slouched into her lap and pulled her hand over his mouth.
Then LEAPED up and sprinted to the piano, hammering out sounds while LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOing.
He is now sitting on the rug playing with a wire-track toy.
All this in about 2 minutes 30 seconds of real time.
And there he goes into the kitchen to drag down a wine bottle, o crap!