Lights on...lights off...lights on...lights off...

We've discovered that the Mizz is at least as smart as a chimpanzee. He has learned to use tools (in this case, a large cooking spoon) to interact with things that are out of his reach (in this case, light switches). I'm not sure yet whether this is a blessing or a curse. On the one hand, I shouldn't have to either turn lights on and off or deal with a child who is mad at me for failing to turn lights on and off. On the other hand, my house is now a siezure-inducing rave party. For the moment, it's at least a change of pace, so I'll take it.