• Kurt Fisher was old enough to fit his fingers around the crayon and move it across the sheet of

    paper. “Pah-ane.” He named the scribble.

    Two teens walked in. “Hey, Jean shouldn’t you keep your cousin in the baby pen or something?”

    “Nah, I don’t see the point when he doesn’t do anything else besides drawing.

    Kurt only noticed Jean when he grabbed the stool ladder to place it against the cupboards. Jean was

    then able to take out the jar and pull out chocolate biscuits.

    Kurt’s gleamed. “Coo-kie.”

    “No Kurt,” said Jean handing one to his partner and one to himself. “Your Mum says you can only

    have one cookie once per day and you’ve already had one.” He shuffled away the jar and returned

    the ladder to where it originally was.

    “Maybe you should put the ladder somewhere better incase Kurt tries to use it.”

    “He’s eighteen months old. As if he’d be able to comprehend the logic of even using a ladder. Now

    let’s go.”

    Soon as they walked out, Kurt scurried to the ladder. He then exchanged looks between his target

    and the ladder. As his memory came into place, he hurried to the ladder and grabbed it.

    He pulled up on it, but it was folly to lift it. However when he slipped against the object, he observed

    it slide. Pieces coming together, Kurt circled around the ladder and pushed. Aligning the ladder

    against the cupboard, Kurt stared at the folded up device.

    The memories of Jean’s accomplishment still fresh in his mind, Kurt took both ends, gripping his

    fingers around the legs as the schemas in his mind formed together. One pull and the ladder sprang

    out. Kurt celebrated with giggles and rest the ladder against the cupboard.

    Kurt charged up the ladder, all coming together. But as he got to the top, he couldn’t see the

    cookies. Unable to understand why there wasn’t any cookies, Kurt rubbed his hands across the

    cupboard feeling around it until he found the surface. He began to imagine the possibilities of what

    laid on the surface, but how to get this ladder skill to work.

    Kurt climbed back down and observed the cookie surface then looked back the ladder. He thought

    about only the ladder and why it didn’t work, cutting off all other reality. He then knew what he

    needed. He crawled away and came back with a cardboard box full of crayons. Using what strength

    an infant body could offer, he placed it on top of the ladder. He then scurried up the ladder again

    and onto the box, cookies were then in sight.

    He stretched his arms out, able to get the pot just with his fingers. Not sure what to do, Kurt feebly

    brushed his fingers underneath it. He meant to pull it, but knocked it over instead. The pot fell onto

    its side and its contents poured out like gold treasure released from a vault. With big eyes, Kurt took

    one of the succulent morsels and held it up in triumph.