I have a friend visiting from Brasil and staying with Kaio and I, and like every good host I asked him to watch my son for a few minutes so I could run an errand. Going to the grocery store alone is such a treat when we have a child. We can wander around the isles like a free 21 year old college student, without having to worry about a 30 pound-borderline-being, who is a ticking bombing waiting to explode in front of everyone.
I usually tell people everything that can go wrong when I leave them with my very creative child, but I figured I wasn’t going far away therefore no extensive instructions were necessary. My little expedition didn’t take longer than 30 minutes and when I got back to the house I saw my friend on his computer in the living room while Kaio was out of sight. I immediately asked where he was and how he behaved, hoping that he wouldn’t tell me that he “accidentally” drowned my child in the bathtub after minutes of torturous crying.
Surprisingly, he told me Kaio was great. And that he was making tea for him. Hmmmm. He must have liked the toy tea set I got him from ikea.
Within seconds Kaio walks into the living room, tea cup (and water) in his hands indeed. My friend drinks it and says:
– “Thank you Kaio. It’s so good. But that’s enough. I am full.”
– “How many of those did you drink?” (Me a little confused)
– “I don’t know. Like 6 or 7.”
– “Was it good?”
– “it’s just water. It was fine.” My innocent friend smiles while giving Kaio a very loving hug.
I couldn’t help but ask him: “Did it ever cross your mind that the only place he can reach water is the toilet?”
Given his panicking facial expression, no it didn’t.