I have an almost two year old dare devil that specializes in death defying acts.
I am sure this is just pay back for breaking ever blade off my grandmas fan trying to ride it like it was an inverted mary-go-round when I was three but my son is fast becoming a half ninja, half navy seal, half praetorian stunt man.
A great example of this was last night while I was washing the caked on mud off him from a day of helping grandpa in the flower beds at great grandmas. I went to change the pandora station and he starts spidermaning up the side of the bathtub and before I can say anything he has cannon balled on to a pile of waiting rubber ducks and floating hippos.
He doesnt cry. He doesnt laugh. He gives me the look.
You know the look, the “THAT WAS THE COOLEST THING I HAVE EVER DONE, HOW IN THE WORLD DID I GET AWAY WITH THAT” look.
I try not to show him I approve, but my eyes cant lie. They give him that look right back. He takes that as approval and tries to climb right back up the side of the tub and try again before I grab him. As I grab him, he starts laughing like he knows he got away with something he shouldnt have done.
At two this is cute, at eight when he is jumping off the roof I may need some help or some cheap sun glasses.
