When I was in law school my favorite class was in my second year of law scool: contract writing. I loved thinking about all the angles, all the contingencies, all the possible loopholes and forming something that was unbreakable.
Apparently Macey has inherited my critical thinking. We have been painting and Garry took down the banisters so he could paint the stairwells. I put two back up but decided to wait until Garry got home to tackle the third. I put it down on the floor and had visions of my girls beating each other with it. Since she was closest I told Macey not to touch it.
"Can I jump on it?" she asked.
No.
"Can I jump over it?" she asked.
For the love, no.
"Just do not touch it, Macey." I said.
"Okay," she answered. "But why?"
Good grief.
2 comments:
On the bright side...she at least asked. Mine would have jumped on it, broken it and then denied it...consider yourself lucky.
I love when they do something dangerous or destructive and then say, "but you never told me I couldn't do that"
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