My kid ran around with a knife
That’s right. My 15 month old son, with his toddler ninja skills, sneaked up behind me while I was putting dishes in the dishwasher, grabbed a knife, and then proceeded to run away with it.
He thought it was hilarious.
What’s more profound, seconds before I moved 3 knives from the front spot in the dishwasher strategically to the back. I thought I was smart. I thought I was thinking two steps ahead of my child.
But during this move of sharp and dangerous objects, I left one knife in the front.
I was a dummy. I said to myself “eh that’s fine.”
My son’s spidey sense must have buzzed (assuming it buzzes, please don’t come at me Spider Man fans) because BOOM - there he was, knife in hand, laughing, taunting my false sense of control.
I also didn’t realize, he was initiating a game. A game of Mom-Can’t-Catch-Me-Running-With-This-Knife. It was a game of skill and strategy. Since no one was hurt, I would like to think I won the game. But again, I don’t know the rules, so this could be just halftime.
What’s the moral of this story? Knives happen to good people.
Sarah Adams is an actor, improvisor, filmmaker, twilight zone fanatic, mama, mommy, mom.
