Kitchen Disco-Rave/ Ambush White Man Party

So the Pwoods have been here this week. Very cool. That needs to happen more often. Pwoods, family, whoever. Come on over.

But I was in the office and I hear B yell that I need to come and discipline our son, so I walk out into the living room where I can see the entrance into the kitchen.

The lights are flashing on and off.....and Noah is giggling. I am not sure if you know this, but 2 year olds aren't usually able to reach up and turn lights on and off. Noah, naturally, isn't an exception to this rule.

This can only mean that Noah has climbed up the dryer and was probably sitting in the washer (which does happen quite a bit actually) and found out he was able to hit the light switch from there.

So I put on my "you are so dead" face and walk into the kitchen to practice the art of "spare not the rod." As I entered the kitchen however, I did not find Noah in the washer as expected (meaning I would be taller and looking down on him) but instead he had closed the washers lid and was standing on top of it, meaning that I came in and was eye level with his belly button and then had to lift my gaze even higher to peer up into my two year old son's face who is standing triumphantly higher than me. Slightly intimidating....might I add.

What comes next is most disturbing...
he gives a Comanche War Cry and jumps off the washer onto me. I mean, it was more he jumped and I caught him, but to his credit he jumped and then I freaked out and reacted and caught him just in time.

So Noah basically ambushed me from higher ground as I walked into his boobie trap!!!

Dude, it is going to be an interesting next couple of decades......