routine

Every morning when we get up, Jackson goes for the same things... One of his 'adventures' is to pull the fireplace edge protectors off ( we haven't fastened them) and try to sword fight with them, complete with sound effects "ya...ya"... Then he goes for my iron pumpkin. He refuses to let it just sit on the fireplace....Then he stands on the cleared off area and does what I refer to as his victory dance...We do this 100 times a day.
Isn't there supposed to be comfort in routine?