"Ok!"

When it gets quiet, I'll holler out for Connor, "Connor?"  "Connor?"  "What are you doing?"
His response is always, "Ok!"  And comes running to find me.  He may or may not have been getting into trouble.  He has been climbing out of his crib.  At first it was dozens of times.  Randy or I put him back in each time, no talking, no eye contact.  He tries to interact with us, "Hi!"  "Hi?"  Eventually, he gets tired or bored and stays in his bed.  Lately, though, I just don't want to play that game anymore.  So I give him a stern talking to, "Connor.  You stay in your bed."  He says, "Ok."  It just melts my heart every time.  How can you be mad at a little critter like that, he's just too cute.