This actually happened yesterday.
My dresser is in my closet for space saving reasons. My closet isn’t exactly a walk-in, it’s more of a step-in-but-don’t-get-excited. Still, I can fit in there and if not for all of my hoardo junk (we will revisit this at a later date) I could probably enjoy a comfortable book reading in there.
Yesterday, I stepped in momentarily to look through my drawer and Ju came crawling up with a gleeful smile on his face. A smile that seemed to say, “Let’s play a fun new game with this interesting swinging object that is now within my reach and my new favorite toy.”
As he began shutting the door, my thought process went something like this:
1. Oh, cute, he’s discovered the door.
2. Now he thinks he can close the door.
3. Oh, he can close the door.
4. Okay, my kid just blocked me into the closet.
5. Wait, I can’t open the door because he’s standing up against it.
6. Ah shit.
7. Maybe I can slowly push it open.
8. What if he falls and cries and doesn’t move out of the way??
9. Is it ethical to push my fallen, crying child out of the way with a door?
10. Now I have to pee!!
11. Maybe I can reach my hand through here and pull him out of the way.
12. JC can never know!
Eventually I was able to assist Ju in stepping backward far enough for me to reach out and pick him up and out of the way, thus obtaining my freedom. The entire time, this kid was laughing his head off, he thought it was the best game of peek-a-boo that had ever been had.
I shudder to think what this child will be capable of when he actually learns to walk.
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