Oh, Adrian!

The other day I discovered Adrian carefully lining up cans of Mt. Dew on a diaper box and I had a quick internal dialogue as to what would be the proper course of parental action. The voice of reason spoke first and said, "Make him stop because soda cans aren't toys, he's going to drop them on his toes and get hurt, and the cans will explode and you'll have a sticky mess to clean up."  Ok, that sounds reasonable. But then other voice chimed in and said, "Oh, how cute!  Let's see what he does next." My curiosity got the better of me so I let him continue, eager to see where his curiosity would lead.

 

Well, Adrian must have remembered seeing Mommy drinking a LOT of these pretty green cans lately, becase he decided to try to take a sip.  No harm, I thought.  There's no WAY he can open one by himself.

    

Or can he?  Doesn't his shirt look a bit wet?

                                

 And Adrian appears to be concentrating VERY hard on what he's doing.

 

 Uh oh...I know that look...it's the intoxicating blend of sugar and caffeine.  But how did he open the can?
                              
 Oh. With his teeth. 

At this point the voice of reason took over and I quickly removed all cans from Adrian's reach lest he break a tooth or something. And although this picture isn't from the Mt. Dew incident, I'm sure this is exactly how he felt towards me:

Tee hee.  I love that little guy. But I really am a nice mama because I let him do other things like destroy the house with loads of shredded newspaper, right?

Right!

Love you, Mr. Adrian!