which must have happened during the madness and mayhem that is getting Silas ready and out the door for preschool (“Si, please put your clothes on... if you don’t start getting dressed, I’m going to take away a sticker, 1… 2…...... You got your pants on – great! You’re doing good, keep going! Please stay focused…..... if you don’t put your shirt on, I’m going to take away a sticker, 1… 2…").* Meanwhile, Roo, not yet 18 months of age, is usually gathering all of our shoes, coats, hats, etc., and trying to put hers on. But today, apparently, she had the time, inclination, and free reign to get this knife and apple down from the kitchen table and practice her stabbing skills.
I am mentally preparing for the knock at the door that will be DCFS after one of you undoubtedly reports me.
*100 points if you can name all the parenting book methods I'm using here.