My kids probably aren't alone in doing such things—swinging from the doorknob, literally climbing the walls, and other such nonsense. I mean, I remember doing such things myself (I was particularly fond of climbing the walls—where you brace yourself against either wall in the hallway and just crab walk up to the ceiling).
But, man alive—my poor doorknobs!
I am constantly begging the little people in my house to get off of them. They aren't meant to support the weight of a person! The number of times we've had to tighten these knobs...
Anyway, the other day Phoebe was hanging out in the hallway (no pun intended) while Andrew and I were talking, when she started swinging from the doorknob on the door to the stairs.
"Phoebe," I said in a warning tone. "Quit swinging on that doorknob!"
She put her feet on the ground, but she did not let go of the doorknob.
She put her feet on the ground, but she did not let go of the doorknob.
Her little face was staring right at the latch and we saw an idea spring up in her mind. No sooner did her little eyes light up than her tongue popped out of her mouth and she gave the door latch a mighty lick.
"WHAT?!" Andrew and I both exclaimed.
Because, seriously...what in the world?! Why would she do that?
"I just wanted to know what it tasted like," she shrugged.
"I just wanted to know what it tasted like," she shrugged.
Story of her life—she's been an oral explorer for as long as she's been alive. I thought we were getting a handle on things (after all, she was rather suspicious of Miriam trying to poison her), but I guess some things in this world are still just too tempting...
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