My son has a one goal in his life. To give me a heart attack.
It all started when he ate the penny. Then he broke his arm. He pulled our tv down on top of himself.
He has a new trick. He jumps off things.
Not a big deal when it's a bed and he's jumping into a pile of blankets and pillows. I can handle that.
Now he moved on to the kitchen table.
He climbed up, harassing a cat. Innocent enough. I mean, what two year old hasn't climbed onto a table? Then he remembered something. Mom isn't scared enough. So he stands up, looks me right in the eye, and walks to the edge. I wasn't close enough to stop him, so immediately the bargaining and pleading begin.
"JTmy - nonono baby! JTmy, can you get the kitty? JTmy, I'll do whatever you want, just don't..." Too late.
He lands, two-footed, and takes off running. And needless to say, laughing, probably at me.
My heart is still recovering.
It all started when he ate the penny. Then he broke his arm. He pulled our tv down on top of himself.
He has a new trick. He jumps off things.
Not a big deal when it's a bed and he's jumping into a pile of blankets and pillows. I can handle that.
Now he moved on to the kitchen table.
He climbed up, harassing a cat. Innocent enough. I mean, what two year old hasn't climbed onto a table? Then he remembered something. Mom isn't scared enough. So he stands up, looks me right in the eye, and walks to the edge. I wasn't close enough to stop him, so immediately the bargaining and pleading begin.
"JTmy - nonono baby! JTmy, can you get the kitty? JTmy, I'll do whatever you want, just don't..." Too late.
He lands, two-footed, and takes off running. And needless to say, laughing, probably at me.
My heart is still recovering.
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