The Devil Wears a Diaper

We've been missing the living room television remote for a few days now. The last time I saw it, it was in the hands of our resident controller thief, Hughie. I spent quite a bit of time looking for it in random Hughie-level baskets, under the couch, etc, but found nothing. Apparently Chris was putting a CD in our stereo yesterday when Hughie comes along with this giant grin, sticks his hand way back into the space beside the stereo and pulls out the controller, handing it to Chris. Sneaky little brat.