Trista and I have both caught Jacob with the globe to one of my antique kerosene lamps. As you can see, its juxtaposition to the stairs is perfect for a little arm to reach over the banister and lift it off its base. Once I caught him on the stairs talking through it like a megaphone. The other instance was when Trista heard a clanging on the ceramic tile in the entryway, and discovered it bouncing on the tile, unscathed. This morning Trista noticed that it was missing and assumed I had done something with it. Wrong assumption. We've looked everywhere for it and the evidence points to Jacob. He either can't remember where he put it or has hidden it and isn't talking.
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