13 December 2007
Kate is visiting teaching, and I just came upstairs from my basement office to discover Peter standing on a chair. He’d moved it over next to the counter and was holding a 10-inch serrated bread knife. He held it out toward me and babbled in his incoherent 2-year-old babble. I would have wet my pants, but I didn’t want to scare a 2 year old with a 10-inch knife in his hands.