Why might my son be looking at me in this sheepish fashion, you wonder?
Because I found him perched
on one of our ridiculously high dining chairs,
playing merrily at our intentionally-too-high-for-the-children-to-ransack
dining table…
with his sister’s paint bottles
{visible above, clutched tightly in little fists}.
I believe I have a whole new world of male toddler-proofing to do.
