I was in my front room and off in the kitchen, I hear over and over again, "mama, mama, mama." It was in Brinton's sweet little voice, much the same as how he gets my attention when he wakes up in the morning or from a nap. I couldn't see Brinton anywhere, but I did see his two feet poking under the door. Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture. However, he did it again a few days later and this time I was prepared.