I turn my back for two seconds...

and this is where Max ends up.  He shimmies his way in a small opening between the couch and the table, sits under the table, plays with the shoes in the basket and pulls on the cords plugged into the wall.  Maaaxy, I say. Just a smile as he knows he shouldn't be back there.  This kid, I tell ya.  Keeps me on my toes.