I've come to realize just how precious life is since my son began to walk.
It seems like he knows the most sure fire ways to attempt to off himself. HR is, literally, into everything. When he's not taking a dip in the toilet he's in my pantry lapping up wasted sugar. He doesn't eat veggies but he WILL eat out of the trash.
I recall a time last month when I was trying to prepare dinner, I could hear his frantic voice right behind me. He sounded like he was panicking. So when I turned around and discovered him crawling in place...cooking oil preventing him from moving...I thought I'd lose it.
I quickly scooped him up, tossed him in the tub, bathed and dressed him, threw a towel into the mess, and went back to my lambchops.
5 minutes later *CRASH*. He comes staggering into the kitchen with hands full of his clothes that he got from turning over a clothing bin.
Lawd help me. We ain't gon make it.
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