this is what happens when....

I think that my boy is quietly reading a book in the other room. Then, I think it seems a little too quiet for my boy if he's reading a book. Where are the sounds of pages turning? Scrambling off the couch to get another book? Whispering words to himself about the book? I get off my bed in the other room to go investigate. Oh no! How dangerous could this have been? I was so happy to find that he hadn't gotten cut by the sharp knife. He was trying to fix himself a snack. I cut open the pear, slice it into pieces and give them to him on a plate at the table. He is pleased, I am somewhat amused. Do you see the way he placed his peelings on the plate? What a sneaky, funny boy. I think I will keep my knives a little higher and out of reach from my Henry.