Henry: Mama, where's the knives?
Me, pointing: Over there. In the drawer with the other silverware.
Hen: These knives?
Me: Yes, those are the knives you can play with.
<insert pause here>
Me, to Darren: Perhaps we're taking free-range parenting a bit too far.
1 comment:
I so understand this. Erin has somehow graduated from kid scissors to grown-up ones and straight pins. Granted, only under adult supervision, and the scissors are really dull, but still.
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