My child absconded with his father's keys. I found him in the kitchen, intently studying the highchair, trying to figure out how to turn a hexbolt with a Ford key.
I used to be a nanny for a little boy whose father, when the boy was three, pulled their dying washing machine outside and unfastened enough connectors to make the thing not immediately deadly to a kid (e.g. he took the lid off, and he let the inside tub down so that when unfastened, it wouldn't drop out and roll/fall onto a kid) then got the kid a set of wrenches and screwdrivers and let him take it apart, his VERY OWN WASHING MACHINE. This was to keep him from the appliances that needed to remain functional.
Howdy! Just passing through, as ShortLine2 commented that we were both raving about having pancakes for dinner last night. This post, however, brought to mind so clearly the song, Baby's Got the Car Keys by Trout Fishing in America, that I had to mention it. Especially if you haven't yet discovered them. Sounds like your kid is ripe for them! Enjoy!
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Date: 2008-07-22 12:41 am (UTC)I love toddler logic.
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Date: 2008-07-29 11:03 am (UTC)Enjoy!