Over the Rails

th9DTOAK27 (2)My little one was monkeying over the rails of her crib long before she was a year old. Given the freedom to roam, there were so many better things to do than stay in that little toddler bed and sleep. I’d lie down with her, wrap her in “Pinky” read books and tell story after story till her bright little eyes stayed closed long enough to hope she’d drifted off, then try to slip away, if I hadn’t nodded off first.

We had guests one night, my husband’s co-worker and his wife who was due to give birth any second. Leaving Bud to serve coffee and converse, I went to get her settled in. She’d had far too much attention to give up easily. After about twenty minutes, I hopefully, slipped back down the hall. About two minutes later, she padded into the living room, naked as the day she was born. I scooped her up, redressed her for bed, tucked her in, read a short story, waited a bit, and left. Like a little jack-in-the-box, she let me get back to the living room before popping up, naked again, her eyes twinking and little curls bouncing. Our guests were delighted, rewarding her with guffaws. She was not discouraged.

Bud escorted her back this time, cutting the routine short. It was clear he meant business. As he shut the door, we are heard him remark sternly, “Now, you stay in the bed or I’ll knock a knot on your head.” (figure of speech) He’d never disciplined her or raised his voice in her whole life, so she probably thought this was something great! It must have sounded great. She almost beat him back down the hall, naked except for her brother’s football helmet.

The lady laughed till her water broke. They went straight to the hospital. I had to clean the sofa with no help but “you know who” the next day!

17 thoughts on “Over the Rails

  1. Another great story:0)) We have a friend who is a well-regarded and very funny social worker. He used to mock-threaten his kids when he wanted them to behave differently – with the most hideous, gruesome threats (children and youth services would have been mortified) – to which his kids howled with laughter and then did what he wanted them to do.

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