Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Just the wrong height...

Largely speaking Tom is a pretty laid back two year old. He talks alot... actually, the word 'incessantly' is probably more appropriate... but he doesn't really get 'hyper'. He likes a bit of a dance now and again, he most certainly approves of tickling but he doesn't reach that 'bouncing off the walls' level that you see with some kids. What he does do occasionally, though, is bite clothing. Like a puppy he'll get a bit of shirt between his teeth and hold it. We're training him not to but now and again he forgets himself and, unlike with a puppy, a tap on the nose with a rolled up newspaper isn't approved of.

Yesterday the 'biting clothing' thing nearly cost me dear. Tom's reached the point where his head is just at that height - you know what I'm talking about? As a dad I expect the odd accidental injury of a sensitive nature; overzealous tickling may lead to the odd stray foot landing somewhere but I certainly don't anticipate walking into the kitchen and having my son sink his teeth into a little more than the fold in my trousers.

Had to laugh about it afterwards though... once the tears have been wiped away (my tears that is). I think the stern faces and chorus of 'daddy's hurt' has sunk in with Tom - not unlike his teeth.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ouch....

And at that moment... no newspaper around I guess.....

Jennifer said...

Ohmygoodness....that sounds painful!! Think he is trying to perhaps make sure he remains the only child? ;)