Tonight I was getting dinner ready as Jack was getting the daycare crud rinsed off of him by my husband. He came running in all naked and I got him into his chair, planning to out his clothing back on him before we started eating (no, we do not eat nude in our house...at least not the main meals). The salad was on the table. The glasses of milk were in their place. Salt and pepper. I was dishing out the enchiladas when I caught an odd movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned just in time to see the table tip all the way over on it's end with Jack sliding down as the salad, salt and pepper, 2 glasses of milk, a glass of juice and all the silverware came toppling down on top of him.
After John took him in for a second shower, the salad was remade, the floor was mopped and we all sat down again, I said "Boy, that was scary, wasn't it?" He answered, "I was just trying to stir it." I realized that he had been trying to toss the salad for me so he had climbed up onto the table to reach for it, unknowingly shifting the weight of the entire table. Then he looked very solemnly at me and said "Mommy, I be more careful next time. "
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