Unfortunately, Noah is at an age where he simply must try everything. It doesn't matter how bad of an idea it is, he wants to make sure that either it won't work or that it is really as dangerous as we tell him it is. This has led to more than a few tantrums over things including my inability lift him into the branches of a three-story-tall oak tree to pick acorns, not being allowed to play in the knife drawer and, notably, one that occurred when I wouldn't let him lick the sidewalk. (Okay, to be honest, we've actually dealt with that particular compulsion more than once.) Today he wanted to put his slide in front of the tree in our back yard before sliding down it. Travis and I told him it wouldn't work, that he would slide into the tree, that he would get hurt. He patiently listened and then waited for us to stop monitoring his every move. Suddenly he had moved his slide to the tree and before Travis could get to him he was sliding down. At the bottom of the slide his face met the tree. So, with the wisdom that comes with a fat lip, Noah now knows that mom and dad sometimes tell the truth...you can get hurt if you put your slide in front of the tree and insist on sliding down. Not that knowing this will matter much when we disallow his next daring stunt.
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