Today we sat down for lunch and everything was peachy. We were eating our food and Josiah, who has now graduated to sitting at the table with us in his booster chair, was just about ready to finish up (he eats way faster then the rest of us) when there was a knock at the door.
It was a lady from down the street returning my serving platters that I had sent along for a music teachers’ meeting this morning (we decided not to go since I didn’t have a sitter for the kids). Anyway, I forgot what a talker this lady is… she’s very sweet and has interesting things to say, but she’s very chatty. I could hear the kids inside giggling and yelling at Dende, and then Chloe finished and came out to see what I was doing. I kept sending her back into check on Josiah, who by now was LONG done with his food and getting antsy. It must have been a good 10-15 min… I was trying to politely say I needed to go, but it wasn’t going well.
Suddenly Chloe ran up to me yelling, “Josiah’s standing on the table!”
I quickly and abruptly ended our conversation and ran inside.
Yup. There he was standing happily in the middle of the table playing with the hanging light. He looked at me as I came bounding into the dining room and gave me a beaming smile, showing how proud he was of himself.
I resisted the urge to smile and take a picture (I don’t want to encourage this!) but it was pretty cute. I mean other than the fact that it was dangerous and wrong. Other than that, it was cute.
And it made me smile. After I got him down and turned away from him so he couldn’t see… 😉
Hilarious post! Glad he didn’t get hurt or anything. Dad and I think it is bad when a dog stands on the table. I don’t remember ever having a child stand on our table! Whew…