tot

me: get down, nate.
nate: no, no, nooooo!
me: yes, sir. get down.
nate: no! no get down!
me: ok.
*i get up to go get him from where he is precariously dangling half way on top of the TV stand. he scrambles and falls on his stubborn baby booty.
nate: woah! phew! i ok!
me: don't do it again, tot.
nate: i ok.
me: that doesn't mean you can do it again.

i hope he grows out of his love for dangerous endeavors before he hits his teenage years.