My children are chicken-fried nuts. Jacob is chaotic at times, but underneath that boy who’s running around screaming and pretending to be a robot is a very keen mind. Exemplar gratis: we used to own a hammock. It’s strings have long since rotted away, but we did keep the hammock stand, a set of tubes of metal that looks like a minimalist canoe. Jacob took the chains that the hammock would hang from, looped them together, and wrapped them around the handle of a little tykes see-saw. He then walked over to the other end of the canoe and applied force, lifting the see-saw into the air. Essentially, it was a lever. 5 years old and the kid’s got more mechanical engineering in his blood than I ever did.<\/p>\n
Jessie also belongs in the devilishly sweet category. She managed to pull out the stepladder, climb up to the kitchen countertop, climb on<\/strong> the countertop, open the cabinet, get out the green treat bucket, set it on the counter, then climb down after helping herself to a treat or two. When we confronted her about it, the following conversation took place:<\/p>\n “Is Jessie allowed to walk on the countertop?”<\/p>\n “Nooooo.”<\/p>\n “Is she going to do it again?”<\/p>\n “Yeeeesssss.”<\/p>\n Sigh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My children are chicken-fried nuts. Jacob is chaotic at times, but underneath that boy who’s running around screaming and pretending to be a robot is a very keen mind. Exemplar gratis: we used to own a hammock. It’s strings have long since rotted away, but we did keep the hammock stand, a set of tubes … <\/p>\n