I learned a great lesson from my baby this morning. He's hit that great phase where rifling through drawers brings hours of entertainment. I figure it's worth it to allow him to explore the bathroom drawer (with all safe contents, people) while I take a long-deserved and necessary shower. After a few rounds of "coucou" through the glass, he set about the business of opening the drawer and playing with the 10 containers of dental floss (ask Hubs about this one) and multi-pack of tooth brushes. He successfully opened the drawer, then moments later shut it on his precious, chubby baby finger. Not a lot of crying, but a look of distress, before he managed to pull his finger out. Immediately, he set about trying to shut his finger in the door again. Seriously? I tried talking him through it, then sort of chuckled to myself, wondering how many times he would do this before he figured out where he shouldn't be putting his fingers while playing with the door. The third time it was a little harder for him to dislodge his finger, and then after that I noticed he didn't do it again. Hmmm, so maybe there is something to the saying "The third time is a charm". Are we wired by the Great Creator to need a little finger slamming to get the picture? What have I been slamming my fingers in lately? What have you been slamming your fingers in lately?
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