Crawling babies are dangerous. They creep around on all fours looking to destroy things, checking out the little details you forgot about because you're four feet taller and can't see under the couch. They're stealthy, like midget ninjas. Very scary stuff, here.
I have been keeping one eye glued on my kid ever since he started trying to launch himself from a crawl position. He has yet to be fully mobile, but he's trying every which way to get from point A to point B. He scoots, when he can, and now he's actually on his hands and knees eyeballing that loose wire sticking out of the floorboards. He is concentrating on it so intensely I fear he is calling upon The Force to bring it to him so he can clamp his little drooly mouth on it. Frightening.
Nine months has been an adventure so far. A scary, brain-melting adventure that is sure to kill me from a massive heart attack.
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