“MOMMM! I just jumped from the top stair!” Monkey Man yelled to me this morning from the family room.
“I asked you not to jump from that step,” I replied ever so sweetly, although we’ve gone over this rule 12,000 times. We have about 3 steps that go from the kitchen to the family room and he is insistent on jumping from the top step. Since he was like 2 years-old.
“Why can’t I jump from that step?” he asked, ever so inquisitively, as if this conversation had never taken place, like he had never heard of this rule or the answer that would follow.
“Because I love you and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Translation: Because I really don’t feel like spending my Sunday in the emergency room. Because the $100 co-pay could be better spent in the following ways: feeding you, clothing you, or going towards the thousands of dollars I'll need to pay for my time in some mental health facility for repeating the same 10 phrases 22 times per day.