Ethan and His Bumbo

I woke up late last evening to some tapping… something of a wild rapping sound outside my bedroom door.  Surely, someone had broken in.  They went straight for my gadget bins that were stashed neatly in my closet store.  From the sounds, they’re still rummaging through.  I heard specifically a dropping PSU, and the rapidograph pens too… then my squishy keyboard flung about the bedroom floor.  I reserved a few moments to contain myself.  Armed with a pillow and a camera from the shelf, I braved shadows and inched forth to explore.  It was just lil’ Ethan in his Bumbo seat still… chilling… nothing more.

I knew I heard my squishy keyboard.