Hmmm... should I be proud or terrified?
Just this morning, my son discovered a new trick. He stood on a pillow in his cot, climbed over the rail, and was in the process of doing a forward flip in mid air when I entered his room. I rushed in, stunned and hysterical, just in time to scrape up the (seemingly unhurt, somewhat bewildered but rather self-satisfied) hero lying on the carpet!!!
All pillows have now been removed from the cot and placed securely on the floor at the base of it.
Evil Knieval is currently playing happily on the floor and his Mum has just taken two aspirins.
Posted by Dayan at April 23, 2004 01:25 PMThere's a family story that when my oldest brother, Steve, was about the age Jahan is now, my parents left him with a babysitter. The babysitter went in to check on him, only to find the cot empty. The babysitter, of course, totally panicked, at least for the three of four seconds it took her to find Steve, sitting under his table with a very self satisfied grin on his face. He had made a pile of toys to climb out with...
Posted by: Chris at April 24, 2004 09:45 PM