'motes

My little Zac loves remotes. Maybe it's a man thing?

I don't know, but he likes to carry them around, give them to people, push random buttons. He sure thinks they are a lot of fun. We have several remotes around this house...5 that I can see from my chair as I type this, not to mention the cordless phone that looks an awful lot like a remote.
We have two cable box remotes for our two cable boxes...I can see them both right now which means one of them is not where it is supposed to be. We have two DVD players, each has it's own remote...again, I can see them both right now which means one is not in it's rightful place. We also have a VCR remote which is sitting decoratively on the mantle. (I'm still not sure why my husband thinks that is a good place for remotes, I guess to keep them out of small hands...)
Back to my story... Most remotes are about the same size but the remote that goes to the DVD player in Zac's room is very small, about half the length of regular remotes (yes, I am getting somewhere...the size is very important I assure you...)
Zac decided to play the "remote game" with my husband last night. His idea of fun is to throw them directly at your gut as hard as he can, or if you're not so lucky, your head (and he has quite an arm for a nearly 2 year old). He throws the first remote at him (in case you're wondering it was a cable box remote) and says loudly, " 'mote!". He then picks up the small DVD remote and throws it as well. He says, "baby 'mote!".