Curious little fingers
Like any other kid his age our little monkey likes to work and train his little fingers, a craftsmanship always worthy to improve. And on this improvement he’s working every day, every hour, almost every minute of the day, he’s probably dreaming at night of doing it, putting his curious little fingers into everything that he’s not supposed to put them into.
I keep telling him “please don’t touch”, over and over again. And usually his reply goes like: “this one is don’t touch?” and by saying this he’s already playing with it. Sometimes I feel like he’s morphing back to the stage when he was barely one year old.
I was already talking about his love for gadgets, but everything I am working on or playing with needs to be examined by ‘Timan’ as well, and it needs to be pulled apart by those curious little fingers of his.
This being said, you have to know, cooking isn’t my thing. But it comes that once in a while I am standing in the kitchen, chopping my veggies. ‘Timan’ is dancing around my legs as usual. So I send him on a mission to pick up something in the bedroom, if he doesn’t come back, I think “ok, whatever he’s doing, it won’t be that bad and it’s buying me some time to finish the dish”. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I see something moving, I turn around and I see this:
The fridge attracts ‘Timan’ as the light attracts the moths . The little one is opening it a gazillion times a day. Sometimes just to stand in front of it. Ok, I understand, we are living in the tropics, it’s hot outside and there is some cool air coming out. But we do have fans in our house, we really do. And very often he pulls out something. This could be anything. Not necessarily to eat it, no, just to show it to me and to put it somewhere else in the house, to leave it on the sofa, or to shove it into a drawer for example, maybe for bad days to come?
So back to our situation, I’m chopping the vegetables, removing ‘Timan’ from the fridge, and while I’m turning back to my chopping I see this:
Of course he wants to ‘find out’ what I’m chopping, and pulls one piece off the cutting board. My words about the danger of this meet closed ears, I ‘m talking to the wall, my best friend these days anyway. He puts it in his mouth (that is ok if it’s eatable) and spits it out. Proudly I’m tapping myself on the shoulder because I was able to teach him to spit it into the trash bin after days and days of spitting it on the floor right in front of him (or me).
Something else he’s having an enormous pleasure with, is playing with the stove. No, don’t worry, ‘Timan’ is one of those clever ones. He was touching the hot parts once, maybe 1 1/2 years ago and it really must have made a lasting impression on him. He’s enjoying fiddling around with the knobs to adjust the heat. And he’s really careful not to touch any hot part with his cunning little fingers.
But nevertheless, it’s very annoying, and very bad for whatever meal is cooking on or inside the stove. “I’m helping mommy” that’s his usual explanation. Sigh.
‘We’ manage the meal preparation, have dinner and after our shower routine we move on to watch our daily 8pm news and sometimes I like to enjoy a glass of wine while watching. Anyway, Hubs is still at work, ‘Timan’ and I are sitting on the couch, watching TV. And my wine glass is empty. What is my little lady-killer doing?
He darts off to the fridge, pulls out the bottle, and brings it over to the living room. And his answer to my careful questioning why he was doing this, is: “When the Mommy wine glass is empty, the Mommy has to fill it up*” with a big smile on his face. 😉
How are you able to control your little tot’s curious pudgy fingers? I’m running out of space up high on our cabinets or wardrobes.
(*the original version in Swiss-German: “Isch de Mami Wyglas leer, muess dae Mami uffuellae”)
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