…Little Man broke my toe 2 days ago? Well, maybe broke is a little bit dramatic. But it was several hours before I was able to move it. And I still can’t put shoes on because my darn foot is so stinkin’ swollen! (So maybe it really is broken? And I’m not being a wimp about this?)
We’re teaching him not to throw. But somewhere along the line my poor, unsuspecting (and innocent) toe became a casualty. Of the sippy cup. Thrown in excitement. On my toe.
This whole teaching him not to throw thing is hard. He stops his hand mid-air if I catch him in time to tell him no, looks at me, looks at what’s in his hand, and nonchalantly drops it on the floor and moves on. But if I’m not looking, anyone in a 10-foot radius better watch out for the sake of their toes (and noses and fingers and knees and more delicate parts too).
C’mon folks – shoot me some ideas. How do you teach a 19-month old not to throw things?