It’s the cutest thing, and makes me proud of him in a total I’m-that-parent way.
It’s also SO TERRIFYING.
Because it used to be that, you know, I’d put him down and then look elsewhere for a millisecond, and then when I returned my gaze he’d be in more or less the same place…and now when I look back he’s, like, standing on his head and juggling knives while trying to swallow enormous shards of glass.
So: extra vigilance is required. But that’s OK…because I don’t exactly mind the view.
