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Today is my son Michael's 47th birthday. Here is a picture of him when he was about 2-1/2 years old with his older sister Kathy who was about 3-1/2 years old. Mike was a great little kid until he decided to climb out of the playpen and after that he was just gone. He was the one who decided what he was going to do, where he was going to go and when. No matter how often he got in trouble he was determined to do what he wanted.
I had to keep him tied to the clothesline. He had a harness and he could run the length of the yard which was very large but he couldn't run in front of the house and into the street. Of course that's where he wanted to go and he figured out how to get out of the harness and the first place he ran to was the street. After that I had to keep him in the house unless I was going outside too, that was a good idea until he thought to bring a chair to the door, unlock the latch, get down, put the chair back, open the door and go out the front into the street!
He is still a lot like that, will figure out how NOT to do something or to do something he shouldn't do when it would be easier for everyone if he just did the right thing the first time. Maybe in the next 20 years he'll mellow out!
1 comment:
Your children were beautiful, and your son is handsome still.
My aunt had three boys and had to tie the middle one to the clothesline regularly. When he started getting loose from that, she tied him to it with a single thread one day and dared him to break it. His fear of the unknown must have done the trick, because he managed not to break the thread.
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