Luciana was helping me assemble a shoe rack last week. I guess whatever Mama K was up to at the time trumped my activity in terms of baby inappropriateness, because I cannot think of another reason why I would plunk the kid down amidst plastic wrappers, assembly tools and metal parts. Anyway, Little Bug was so content clanging the rods together and pounding on the empty box (actual toys are for chumps).
Then she got a hold of the screwdriver, which was cute… until she came at me like Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th. There is no photo to accompany this story because I was scurrying for my life. Um, I mean I was calmly removing the screwdriver from the baby’s possession while simultaneously giving a lesson on sharp object safety.
Having a toddler brings meaning and clarity to all of those once esoteric warnings.
“Keep out of reach of children” [baby shampoo container]
“Supervise children when in use” [swimming pool sign]
“Choking hazard” [candy wrapper]
“Viagra is not for children”
You learn something new every day.