Grant just hurt himself running through the house (3rd time tonight.)
“Stop running in the house!”
“Grant! Stop running!”
Grant runs by a chair and hits his foot on it. There is howling, crying, clutching of the foot….
I sit him down and remind him that the reason he bumped his foot is because he was running in the house and being goofy. We both agree that his foot is OK, there is no blood, and that he will slow down from now on.
He hops off my lap and gathers speed heading past the same chair.
“Grant!! No running!! What did we just say!!??”
“I wasn’t gonna run, I was gonna jump.”
I give up.