[Jer and I, in the spare bedroom, talking about Christmas gifts that are stored in there.]
[Looking at each other blankly, but resuming conversation.]
"What was that??"
"It sounded like someone's hitting the outside of the house."
At which point, we both rush to the living room only to find Abe crawling, headfirst, into the wall over and over...and over.
He's going to be a genius. I just know it.