Thursday, December 8, 2011

Fire.

Perhaps we've gone overboard on trying to teach Buster about dangerous things that we don't want him to touch. Particularly with regard to hot things. Perhaps.

One of his most consistently used words is "hot".  He says this while bending his little body partway over and sticking out his hand like a school crossing guard protecting kindergartners from oncoming traffic.  Its quite dramatic and usually one "hot" is not enough.  Typically, there are at least several "hots".

He says this every time he walks into the kitchen and sees steam coming from something on the stove.  And every time he sees steam coming from a mug of coffee.  He notices exhaust coming out of cars and smoke coming out of chimneys.

Recently, he also noticed a man smoking.  We don't smoke and no one that we regularly spend time with smokes.  So, seeing smoke coming out of a person must have been pretty exciting and very dangerous looking for Buster.  Before I could stop him, he was standing in front of this unsuspecting gentleman in his most concerned bent over posture, arm straight out, palm flexed and facing the man, repeatedly saying "hot", "hot", "hot".

Buster probably lives by that saying that goes something like "If you're smoking, you'd better be on fire". All things considered, I think I'm actually okay with that.