Whilst I was running Alby’s bath this evening he was pottering about in his bedroom. He usually uses this time to empty his bookshelves as he searches for the night time story of choice (quite a serious task). Once the bath was done I walked in to get him, only to see him pulling my drink down from the shelf. I thought it was out of his reach but every day his reach seems to extend just that little bit further than I expect.
Had it been cold water then the only drama would have been a few wet books. As it was, it was hot juice. Thank God I hadn’t re-boiled the kettle before making it – whilst I won’t pretend it was cold or even luke warm what could have been a full body scalding was just a light heating as Alby emptied the entire contents down his front, over the carpet and across the books. He burst into tears, I stripped him down in a blond panic as quick as I could checking him all over for red marks (none found – thank goodness), let the cold tap run for longer in the bath, and covered his white skin in sudocrem before putting him in his pyjamas.
I’m a pro these days at keeping items out of reach in the living room but now I need to transfer those skills to the rest of the house.
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