I asked Blackstone to keep an eye on the boys while I took shower and got ready to take Trouble to swim class on Saturday. Yeah, I know, I should never take a shower. So I get out of the shower and Blackstone's at the table reading the paper and the boys are upstairs in their rooms. One really wouldn't think this would be too much of a problem. Well, my boys can find and make trouble anywhere.
Trouble discovered that the top pane of the windows can be moved down and that there's no screen at the top of the window. So once he's opened the top of the window, he takes a large container of toys and throws it out the window into the backyard. Where does he come up with these ideas? Then he has the audacity to try to tell us that Little Trouble did it all by himself. Yeah, right. I can't believe a six year-old managed it, I'm certainly not buying that the three year-old did it on his own.
After further inspection we've discovered there are some little gadgets that slide up and down the window tracks that we should be able to adjust to keep them from opening the windows this way. Only thing is there a bit stuck and we need to take the time to unstick them. I told Blackstone we need to make it a priority to get the windows adjusted and child-proofed but he doesn't see why. "It's not like they're going to jump out the window," he tells me.
"You say that like it's never happened before," I remind him. At our old house, Trouble did jump out the window onto the porch roof once. After that we kept him locked out of our room. Trouble was rather indignant about the whole thing and wanted to know why I don't let him have any fun.
"Yeah, but that was different," Blackstone reassures me. "There's nothing for him to jump onto. I wouldn't have done anything like that when I was a kid. They're crazy, not stupid." (I'm paraphrasing here, for some reason I didn't quite process his whole argument.)
Somehow he didn't manage to make me feel any better.