Do you have a death wish?

We’ve been talking a lot about Huck recently. He’s at a pretty good age for these types of posts. He gets into a lot of trouble that he doesn’t quite understand as trouble.

Last weekend, my wife was laying in my lap on the couch. She’s always tired, and I guess this is as good a time as any to say, we tried again, and we succeeded, and we’re hoping to meet this little guy, or lady.

So she’s growing a human, and is tired. And I’m doing the best I can to manage the kids, without waking her up. Tom and Huck become interested in a craft project box with wooden cars you can paint and put together. It hasn’t been opened, and they wanted to remedy that.

Huck ran off screaming, “I get neife.”

“Hey,” I whisper-yelled. “No! No knife. Huck, no!”

I was rewarded with the sounds of silverware clanging around, and the obvious digging for a sharp utensil to free his toy from its prison of cardboard.

This isn’t the first time the kid’s done something dangerous

I think Huck is a lot more adventurous than his older brother. He doesn’t typically think about risks, only the task at hand. As another example of his death-defying need to satiate his curiosity the kid took his deviance to the next level.

I had three pans going on the stove top to prep dinner, Tom was busy doing his best to annoy me. I turned to address Tom, and answered his question, when I saw Huck shimmying the child lock open to access the chemicals under the sink.

He was attempting to get a dishwasher packet to pop like candy.

Kids, aren’t they great?

So back to the knife

Luckily the kid came running into the room with a kid’s knife from IKEA.

Both Tom and Huck then spent the next 15 minutes, very quietly cutting through layers of packing tape and cardboard to retrieve their toy. And those intuitive little boys got their prize, and didn’t even wake their mother.