Telling a toddler to “be careful” is like telling the sun to be purple, or a dog to be a bus driver.
I keep saying it, he keeps climbing the EVERYTHING, and we might as well be from different planets.
I’m pretty sure I sound like the Swedish Chef, or the adults in a Charlie Brown special to his tiny ears. Noises are coming at him, but they don’t mean anything.
Just Sayin’.
Reluctantly Suburban 