I let him chop the apples.
I gave him a sharp knife, and let him chop the apples.
It was a bagel knife, rounded tip, but it was still sharp -- and he thought that was the best thing ever. We made the Apple Crisp, washed the dishes and cleaned up - put the knife away. Waiting for the timer, smelling the magnificent, sweet, apple-cinnamon aroma.
Daddy woke up. The three of us cuddled on the couch and treasured our few minutes together before night shift started.
Two on the couch now - rustling in the kitchen.
me: "What are you doing, Tim?"
me (firmly): "Timothy, come out here please and tell me what you are doing."
A guilt filled face emerged around the corner.
tim: "I was biting this piece of paper, mmm I like biting paper."
Hmmm, ok nutcase.
Garnet and I start back into our conversation - trying to ignore the fact that our child is getting way too much enjoyment out of biting a hole in a piece of paper.
Terrifying scream. Blood on the finger.
tim (in between sobs): "MOM, I LIED. I'M SO SORRY I LIED."
me and garnet (jumping from the couch):"WHAT WERE YOU DOING!?"
Oh I get it....jabbing a hole in the paper - not biting a hole in the paper. Yeah, that makes perfect sense....
tim (drama queen...and still sobbing): "Oh, Please don't hurt my heart, don't be mad. I love you with my whole heart and I'm so sorry. Ooooooh my heart hurts. I won't touch knives again. My whole heart loves you soooo much. Ooooh, I wish I didn't do that."
Cleaned up blood.
Finger still on hand.
Band-aid on wound
......parents holding in laughter;
I think you learned your lesson Tim, I think your finger and your heart will be just fine.
Now, let's have some apple cri.....oh.