A new milestone was reached today. As the boy was crawling over towards an electrical outlet, I stepped over to intervene. First, I tried diverting his attention.

"Say hey, boy. Look at this hand grenade! Come play with this instead!"

He looked up briefly, with a rather disinterested look on his face. He continued towards the outlet. After a few more unsuccessful attempts to divert his attention, I let out a stern "NO."

Slightly startled, he looked up at me. Then he proceeded to laugh. Not just a smile, not a giggle. He laughed at me.*

I'll give him one free pass. Next time? Military boarding school. You think the drill sergeant is going to put up with that? Me neither.

I bet if I grew a goatee, he'd take me a little more seriously. Too bad I can't.

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* - Following his fit of laughter, he did in fact turn away from the outlet, most likely in search of some other device with the same level of perceived danger. I picked him up and didn't give him the chance to find anything. He's so dang cute when he laughs, I couldn't resist.