You've Got to be Kidding!

Yesterday was a whirlwind. No, actually more like a Tsunami.

A few years ago, my son could not leave the watchful eye of an adult for even a minute. You never knew what he might do! Would you believe?

• Climb to the to of the refrigerator to get to the cookie jar? (18 months old)
  
• Leave his bedroom to roam the neighborhood at 2:00 AM? (at 2 years old!)
  
• Attempting to cut the cat's tail off so it would look like the manx kitten he petted earlier in the day?
  
• Line up 100 VHS tapes like a roadway through the house in ALPHABETICAL order (at 4 years old!)?
• Escape over the ledge of an indoor play area at a mall to run barefoot to Sears? (When Dad found him, he was waving, going up an escalator.)

These are just a few of the *joys* we've experienced since our son was born.

However, in the past few years, he's matured. I can let him play downstairs while I cook dinner. He will be content playing with Legos, or on the Computer or Wii.

Yesterday, however...he reverted back to the days of needing to be jailed WHOOPS, I mean gated in his room.

In 2 short hours of being home from school he was able to:

• fill the Downy Ball with soap
• try to use the back of the recliner as a balance beam
• eat string from his pocket as a between meal snack
• purchase something on ebay (I left the browser opened, with my sign-in info filled in)
• And scale to new heights, reaching an RC heliocopter on he top shelf of a 7 foot tall bookcase.

The last item on my list was the last straw. HOW DID HE MANAGE TO GET TO THE TOP SHELF OF A 7 FOOT BOOKCASE?

So as I was in the height of my frustration, I asked, "Did you climb it?"

Looking horrified, he replied, "NO! That's dangerous Mom!"

"Well, how DID you get it?"

"Oh, that's easy...see, I climbed up on the chair with the wheels in your office, rolled over to the door between the office and the den. Then I grabbed onto the top of the door of the Den, pushed off the rolly chair so I could swing the door over. I scaled the door to get the the end, then holding on the top of the door with one hand, I balanced on the door knob, and I reached the heliocopter, and jumped down!"

"And you think that is safe?"

"I didn't get hurt. Maybe I'm a super-hero in training or something."

Was it a full moon? Did he drink a Coke? Eat some cheese?
Take too many vitamins?

A few years ago I wanted to send an idea to Little Tikes. You know, the people that make the wonderful children's playhouses and climbing gyms. I was thinking there may be huge market for a Little Tikes Jail, where only Mom holds the key. Perhaps I should have followed through. Might have a pretty good bank account by now, not to mention a break once in a while.

Lest I get angry mail...
I'M JUST TEASING about the jail.
And you all know I love my son mega much. There are just those days, and yesterday was one of them!

Needless to say I am



Donna