Spawn, like all kids his age, has a habit of making grabbyhands for things he's not supposed to have. And then, when I make to take whatever away from him, he prefers to throw the thing at me (running away optional), as if getting rid of it instantly will save him the scolding or outright punishment.
Today he managed to wriggle through the barrier at the foot of the stairs, went up, and started returning with a pair of scissors. Granted, rounded craft scissors (not that he hasn't grabbed sharp nail or needlework ones too), but I'd been nudging Monster to secure them away forever. Naturally, I went to take them away, he threw them at me, and the blades grazed the side of my neck.
No harm done, but just thinking what would have happened if I were one step further down from him and they had gone flying at eye level makes me sweat cold. I can tell you, Spawn didn't like his timeout after the event, not one bit!
There has been hilarity on the forum when I recounted the incident, and I suspect Spawn has been permanently branded the trainee ninja, but you know how such things are.
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