mischievous

We walked down into Caterham Valley this morning.   On the way back Pete challenged me to walk backwards up the hill.   It was not many steps in before I was calling him all the names under the sun.         

Pete has been in mischievous mood since he woke up this morning.  He is still being a clown as I type this.   I might have to look out the tranquilliser darts shortly.