I have a poltergeist.
I might think that the poltergeist is responsible for opening drawers and cupboards, but I'm pretty sure that's just my husband leaving them open.
Right now my poltergeist is playing with Jenny's Leapfrog learning table.
The table will be quiet for days. Weeks. Sometimes months. Then suddenly and inexplicably it will start to sing. Right now it's singing the alphabet song. Over and over.
Maybe my poltergeist is a toddler.
My toddler, however, is sleeping sweetly.
Ah, I love nap time.