I was playing with the kids in the kitchen this morning. Sesame Street was on in the background to keep us company -- the morning ritual. Jordan was chasing me around the island when a doorbell rang on Sesame Street. It didn't sound anything like our doorbell. Nevertheless, Jordan ran for our door. I followed him into the front room to find him hanging from our doornob, trying to get the door open. He let go of the door and ran behind me, pushing me toward the door, chanting "pi-tla! pi-tla! pi-tla!" and jumping up and down...
Pavlov's Theory for one year olds: doorbells = pizza. Too funny.
