This weekend Mama was making your breakfast. You were sitting on the stool on the other side of the counter from me.
Mama turned around to grab the butter out of the fridge. I estimate it took me approximately 3 seconds.
While my back was turned, I heard you say, "That's dangerous!" in this silly voice that you use when you're repeating something that you heard somewhere that you thought was funny. I know that you normally have no idea what you're saying - you're just repeating what you heard. Usually I can ask you what you mean and you tell me where you heard it.
"What's dangerous, Sweetness?" I said as I turned back around.
And then I gasped.
In that 3 seconds, you had climbed on the counter, grabbed a metal butter knife and were jabbing it, "shower-scene-from-the-movie-Psycho" style into the slot on top of the toaster.
Yes, it was plugged in.
And yes, you were saying "That's dangerous" while STABBING a piece of metal into an electrical device.
My gasp startled you and you dropped the knife.
Then we had a little chat about what "dangerous" means and how it's ALWAYS a bad idea to stick knives into other things.
We'll wait until you're older for the "metal conducts electricity" discussion.
I love you,