We got four large boxes in the mail yesterday from Grandma Nancy and Grandpa Ross. Oddly, Victor didn't ask me about them.
This morning I found a chair in the laundry room. "What on earth was Victor doing in here," I thought.
Later this morning I figured it out.
Victor had retrieved the utility knife, opened it, and then stabbed at the boxes in an attempt to discover their contents. He then left the opened knife on top of a box that was precariously balanced on a dining room chair.
So today I am grateful that Victor's first (I think) foray into utility-knife-using did not end badly for him or for Zeke.
2 comments:
That's such a fun age when they're desire for independence and their ability to understand things don't meet up! I'm glad it turned out well!
Ummm...that's just scary!
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