There are times as a parent when you walk into a situation with your child and there aren't really words to describe it, but just 'unsettling'. This was one such discovery. And of course, the star of this story is once again: Hayes.
Hayes likes to get up early. Well, early for two parents that aren't morning people. Bria, she's a little more up our alley. PRETTY lazy baby, that one. So sometimes when Hayes starts knocking on his bedroom door, calling for us, we just let him out like he's a dog, and then go back and lay down. He's pretty independent, so he just plays downstairs, helps himself to some cereal, cooks some eggs (joking). Well, I started to feel a bit uneasy about his silence this particular morning so I crawled out of bed and came downstairs. And there he was sitting silently at the kitchen table, with a large knife in his hand. And he was starring at me like he was about to do something crazy.
Walking up on this situation is probably how people feel when they come across a live bear in the woods. You know you need to act fast, but you don't want to make any fast movements. Hayes is about as unpredictably violent as a neighbors pitbull. He might comply right away, or he might just punch you in the face, or in this case, swing a knife at you. Yes, this is how scared I am of our 21 month old son. Luckily, thank the LORD, this was a pretty painless knife-from-toddlers-hand-removal. I didn't get a picture, as taking the time to do that might have caused a different outcome. But I did take a picture of the knife in MY hand. It's pretty big.