Secret Agent Boomer

Man I love having boys. Last night, totally out of nowhere, Boomer comes sneaking around the stairs corner and comes up to me and says, "Shhhh, I'm a secret agent, I have a mission." He then spends the next 20 minutes peaking his head around every corner before he goes around, and ducking behind the couch to hide. I have no idea where he learned his tactical skills, but he's already a budding spy. Now he just needs to master his accents.