Boys will be boys

I told Wyatt not to climb on his playhouse roof and expected him to (as usual) obey, but the lure of hammering on the roof proved to be too great for his little mind. Mid-muffin baking I my daughter casually wanders in.

"Where is Wyatt?"

"Oh...he's up on the roof."

I do not exaggerate when I say I turned to go outside, robe & all, to get him down when I hear the cry of TRUE PAIN. (Moms know the difference).

I'm happy to say that Wyatt is going to make it but he nearly bit through his lip and had to endure accidentally chewing on the swollen lip the next few days as his punishment.

His passion for roof climbing as seriously abated.