You're already 2 years old and you are a pretty smart child. Smart enough to play games and not think about the meaning of their rules. And Simon was a tired father who was complete opposite of the energetic toddler.

Lucky his name is Simon.

"Simon says take that red block." He says, sitting on the couch his tired gaze fixed on the TV while you pick up one toy that was carelessly lying on the floor along with other toys. "Drop it." He adds, knowing that you won’t do this. "Simon says to put the block in the toy box." He commands, looking at you and noticing how you follow his words, trying not to break the rules of the game. You were so easy to fool. This made him laugh.

He was just too lazy to clean up your toys.