Sometimes it scares me to be the mom. For instance, I went to put on a long sleeve shirt over my clothes to carry in wood for the fireplace. I walked upstairs, grabbed the shirt that was sitting out and put it on as I was walking back downstairs. Not more than a minute and a half I would say.
When I got back down, as I turned the corner into the dining room, what did I see but Simon, sitting on the floor with a little screwdriver, putting it into an outlet. I freaked out! Then since I freaked out, so did Simon.
But I think that was good. He could tell I was really scared as I scooped him up and held him close. It took a few minutes for my heart to go back to normal. I don't think he'll do that again.
I relayed the story to Tim and he said since he was sticking it in the "third" hole and that was the ground it wasn't that big of a deal-which I really did think of, but I didn't want to back down on making it a huge deal. Because really, I don't care what hole you are sticking a screwdriver in, it just isn't good!