No matter the consequences or how dangerous something might be, the promise of fun takes over and their mushy brains stop functioning in a normal human way.
Think pleasure seeking slug…except faster and with less slime.
Cara has a side table in her room where her night light and radio reside. During the day, though we’ve told them again and again ad nauseum not to do this, Cara and Oliver pull the drawers out of the side table and use the shell as a stove.
My kids also have an annoying habit of being best friends one minute and viscously attacking each other the next minute. Since I didn’t grow-up with siblings, I assume [hope] this is normal.
In the midst of one of those knock-down-drag-out fights, the top of Oliver’s head made out with the corner of one of the drawers. Just for fun, the cut decided to bleed all over Ollie’s forehead and then my shoulder.
Once the blood was cleaned off, he had a 1/4″ cut that didn’t require anything other than a kiss.
This makes head injury #3 for Oliver and he’s just about to turn two.
I’m starting to think we should have told people to buy him helmets instead of clothes.