So our little angel officially lost his wings. He is not so innocent after all. Scott was washing dishes the other morning (yip, he is that great - or that bothered by the stack of dishes reaching for the heavens) and heard the microwave go "hmmmmm...beep-beep-beep" behind him. Since he and Devan were the only ones home... guess who's little finger pushed the "start" button? Scott explained to Devan that the microwave is not a toy and he that should not play with it. The little boy listened intently while clutching Thosa the floppy dog - his best friend and companion. He shook his head in agreement saying:"Not a toy. Not a toy." Then he paused for a second and declared in an Adam-like fashion:"Thosa did it! Thosa did it!". That left Scott with the task of explaining to a 22-month old the meaning of the big word: "truth". Which he did in a very Webster-like manner, for when Neels and I got home we learned that Devan now knows that Truth is that which most accurately reflects reality... to which Devan replied once more: "Thosa did it! Thosa did it!"