Carter's 3 favorite things are: knives, scissors, and matches. Somehow he is always finding them even though I'm constantly putting them up/hiding them. In fact, there is not much more room on top of my refrigerator for anything as it is stacked about seven items deep.
The other day he brought me a match he had pulled from a book of them. Here's our conversation...
Me: "Thank you Carter for bringing me this match.
This could hurt you really badly. These are dangerous."
Carter: "I like dangerous. I like dangerous a lot."
2 comments:
It sounds like he is heading to a career path involving demolitions, mining, pyrotechniques, chemistry and lab work. Maybe think about rearranging the kitchen, keeping high explosives such as wheat nag corn pops separately
So funny... you will never be bored with him around!
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