Among many other things, my boys are daredevils. This is expected of boys, but mine appear to take this expectation to an extreme. Their aunts and uncles are often shocked breathless to find their youngest nephews standing atop the back of the sofa, and are then alarmed as the boys gleefully jump onto the cushions below.
“No!” They admonish. Then to me: “you can’t let them to that!”
I’ve long since learned I can’t prevent my boys from climbing, but I can advise them on how best to come down. That said, while the boys weren’t getting hurt or breaking anything, the spectral word “yet” loomed in the corner of the living room, behind the sofa, casting shadows.
This afternoon, I got a call from my mother – the saint who is our boys’ daycare.
“I’m looking for some clear tape,” she stated. “I need to patch up your window.”
I replied: “Tell me more…”
Now and then, Zachary becomes what can best be described as “puckish.” He will stand on the couch with a grin that nearly splits his face in two, rolling his eyes as far back as he can as though he were trying to see what’s behind him without turning his head. And then he will fall backward into the couch cushions, giggling insanely. It’s as if he’s performing some solitary “trust fall.” One of these days I should get this on camera; it’s fantastically cute. Yet I dare not take my eyes off him. It’s fantastically terrifying. Because while he typically positions himself in such a way that there’s plenty of couch for him to fall back on, one never really knows. Something could go wrong.
The couch was in front of this picture window. Zachary misjudged his distance, and bonked his head right where you see the duct tape. This is the main impact zone; the cracks actually run across 2/3 of the glass. The whole thing looks pretty damned scary.
Zachary is fine. No cuts, bumps, or bruises that we can see beneath his thick head of hair. His grandmother had freaked out. His grandfather (with whom he was playing at the time this happened) had freaked out. Zachary had merely wondered what all the fuss was about. In fact, Mom tells me that the boys were more upset at the noise made by the packing tape dispenser than Zachary had been after his head bounced off the window.
I’m not quite sure how to end this, so I’ll just say: boys.