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Yes, at the age of just two, my boy has worked out that the only real way to verify a hypothesis is through rigorous experimentation.

The hypothesis: "I can fly."

The experiment: Climb up onto the back of the sofa and jump off, repeatedly.

The result: High-velocity impact between face and coffee table. Copious quantities of blood emanating from the nasal region. Swollen/bruised nose and eyes, livid red contusions on various parts of the face.

The conclusion: "I cannot fly. Also, my face hurts."

He was pretty lucky: half an inch lower and he'd have smashed his teeth in, half an inch higher he'd have broken his nose.

To his credit, he was back to his happy-go-lucky self within half an hour or so (even without painkillers), ie. about 24 hours sooner than his parents.

Kids!

hee hee. Call Johnny Knoxville, that kid will be RICH!

Yep, yep, yep.

All you new 'Stoner parents have all this to come...unless you have a daughter like Charlotte who is such a big puff, she would not do anything dangerous in the first place.

That said, she is not well at the minute. Woke up last night crying and running a temp. When asked what she was crying about (did it hurt, sore head???) she advised us she was crying because she couldn't fly.

Mmmmmm....

P~

My girl still hasn't mastered flying, but she's still working on throwing herself from our arms, off the changing table, off the couch ... somehow her plan is always thwarted as Steph or I catch her. But like I said, she's working on it.

*prepares for flying child....*

no worries yet here, as she is still a bobble-head, but I am glad for the heads-up!

Mine tackled me like a freaking linebacker the other day.

While my boy has yet to attempt much flying, he is getting quite the practice at being a zombie by biting my head. Of course he only bites my head when I'm wearing a gas mask, and it happens to be one of his favorite games to play with me.

Originally posted by: Phantom
All you new 'Stoner parents have all this to come...unless you have a daughter like Charlotte who is such a big puff, she would not do anything dangerous in the first place.

Believe me, it's a hell of a lot easier on the nerves to have a scaredy-cat than a kid who knows no fear (although I haven't worked out yet whether he's truly fearless or just plain stupid...). Emily isn't the bravest of souls and never has been -- although when she decides she's going to do something, she has perseverance in spades -- but at least we don't have to spend every minute wondering what she's climbing/crawling under/breaking/dropping in the toilet/covering in marker pen/irretrievably wedging some small item into.

Having said that, she's just learned (thanks to an older cousin) the joy of tree-climbing, and has found that she's actually really good at it.

*dresses kids in bubble-wrap clothes*

*has fire brigade and ambulance crew on permanent standby*

Originally posted by: Stickman


*dresses kids in bubble-wrap clothes*

I've often thought it would be easier to house-proof the baby than to baby-proof the house, but Steph put the kibosh on my plan to wrap our bairn in flexible sheet foam and duct tape.

Lots of plans here about securing your kids....Believe me the only thing that works is Ductape and the light pole outside the house. If your not man enough to "handle" the folks from the child welfare office you better use an indoor installation , i.e the toilet.


My kids dont fly , i guess they wanna be moles rather than birds.

good to hear kids are still trying~


unfortunatly, I can now only fly in my dreams anymore...
and even that is not as regular as would suit me



and good to hear that he is okay after the attempts

"When I dream, sometimes I remember how to fly. You just lift one leg, then you lift the other leg, and you're not standing on anything, and you can fly. -- So what I want to know is, when I'm asleep, do I really remember how to fly? And forget how when I wake up? Or am I just dreaming I can fly?"

"When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget."

"But that's not fair..."

"No."

Chloe and Dream, in SANDMAN #43: "Brief Lives:3"

my dream-flying is more like levitating. And instead of sitting down, you simply sit up.

Harrison is up to stair number 5.

I think when he gets up to trying to jump from stair 6 or 7 we're going to back in A&E.

My four-year-old recently described the situation between him and his nemesis in his new pre-school class.

"It's kind of like a chess game. He's got people on his side, but I've got more people on my side."

I have a sneaking suspicion that he's mid-way through his ornate plot to take over the world before he reaches first grade. And that's not good. This is a kid who is infamous for disassembling pretty much every toy he comes in contact with.

I once recieved a pair of Superman slippers for christmas... luckily my mum managed to convince me that they wouldn't actually make me fly as I prepared to launch myself from the top of the stairs.

Much to Mrs Arse's disgust I've been seeing if our 3mo daughter is capable of flight. She's not. What are those bouncer things for anyway.... if not to launch your child into space.

don't they make like kid sized hamster balls?