He loves animals, flowers, rivers, and princesses. But he is strong as an ox and throws his grace around like a cannonball. Picture it. My little dude tried pole vaulting, that is propelling himself down to the floor from on top of a stool, not with pole in hand (the end of a broom handle horsey, that is), but with pole in mouth. Gag, literally, gag. He's OK but his uvula is feeling it. I think he might have at least knocked a little sense down his throat? (Jerry who was so kind to make dinner while mama was out -- something he does 99% of the time anyway -- caught him in the act mid-air.)
Ewwww, really gross!
3 comments:
Glad there wasn't a video of the stunt. Ugh!
How awful! I'm glad came through okay!
Hmmm. Guess I better brush up on my little boy parenting skills before our new little guy gets here.
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