So Little Lion was once again trying to clamber over the wooden box in front of the bookcase. Since he always looks at us before doing anything naughty, it was easy to give him the RESCUE–the Raised EyebrowS of Consequence Unless you Eschew this activity. Those eyebrows only fall with the relief of capitulation or with the hammer if immediate consequence. Fortunately, Little Lion lowered his little knee, though pouting ferociously. With a weighty frown he lapped the room muttering, “Buh buh buh buh buh buh!”

But fortune always favors babies. Somewhere in a corner he found an empty bottle he’d dropped in one of his Little Lion romps. Picking it up he toddled back to the bookcase. “Buh!” he said, looking at us with one chubby finger in the air, eyebrows up, obviously making an important point.

Then he chucked his bottle into the gap between the box and the bookcase, gave a bewildered “Buh!”, and began to haul himself over the box to fix this travesty. His bottle, obviously, had no business being there, and he had to get it out.

Well, raised eyebrows didn’t do it this time, because he wasn’t doing anything wrong, right? He was just helping out.

When we disagreed, Little Lion threw a huge fit.