Child Proofing is Very Important

I've liked to refer to E as "the toddler" and D as "the baby." But now the baby is the toddler and the toddler is the preschooler and who said they could grow up? I mean, really.

But so far the baby, I mean, the toddler, had shown no cracks in his fear-proof armor. Heights? "Bwahaha - I laugh in the face of heights!" Dark? "My eyes are defectively blue. Cower before my bizarre night vision!" Bugs? "I eat them for breakfast!" (Literally, unfortunately.)

That is, until Grandma brought over a wiggly rubber snake. Because boys like snakes, right? Never mind that the toddler, I mean the preschooler was all, "Where's my snake, Grandma?" Anyway, we showed it to Boy and he made this face. The one where you keep smiling even though inside you're screaming. He made that face. Hi-lar-i-ous.

So, naturally, it is now perched on top of the CDs and is so far the best deterrent between him and mass CD destruction. Awesome.