On Friday, Luke learned how to open the oven door, climb up on top of the stove, and turn on the oven and stove by fiddling with the knobs.
He's gotten time outs, countless lectures, and spankings. I just don't know what to do to stop him.
Today, he did his trick while I was blow drying my hair. I heard the familiar sounds of little feet on the stove coils and knew what had happened. I ran in, and Luke said (yelled), "No, Stop, Hot!," pointing at me, tellingly.
Maybe I should just let him light his bum on fire.
5 comments:
What a little stinker! Either Luke or the stove has got to go.
If you think he's playing with fire now, just wait till he's 17 . . .
:)
That Luke he is so crazy! And he talks SO well!
Oh my goodness! Silly little boy!
How you misunderstand the poor, little dear! He was just obediently telling you what you taught him. Really, he was offering you his wee wisdom. Isn't he cute!
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