Something Dangerous

Yesterday I caught Charlie at the top of the stairs, arms spread wide and flapping. "I'm a bird! I can flyyyyy!" he was yelling, apparently moments away from jumping. I wrestled away from the stairs and lectured him about how little boys can't fly and how very dangerous the stairs could be.

This afternoon Mike and Charlie were up on the 3rd floor. I was heading up there to tell them dinner was ready when I heard Mike telling Charlie to get away from the 1/2 wall that overlooks the 2nd floor.* I came upstairs and lectured Charlie very sternly on how dangerous the wall was and how he was not to touch it at all. He wimpered and whined a little so I thought the message had sunk in.

After dinner I told Charlie he had 15 minutes to play before his tubby. He promptly hopped down from his chair and went over to the kitchen drawers, opening and closing them in turn.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, baffled.

"Looking for something dangerous," he replied.

Thinking I had misheard him, I asked him again. "What are you doing?"

He looked up at me. "I looking for something dangerous to play with, Mama."

Apparently we have a little more explaining to do about what the word 'dangerous' means. Either that or I have the next Evel Kneivel on my hands.

*I put a call out to a contractor today to figure out what we can do about the 1/2 wall.