edited to add: (See, I’m so tired, I forgot to put a title.)
Further proof that my child is more like his father than me: (or than I. I’m too tired to hash that one out in my head.)
Yes, he’s jumping on a grate. Jumping on a grate! And mocking me.(OK, he’s not really mocking me for he is not aware of my great dislike of grates, sewer covers, basically anything that suspends one over a giant hole in the ground that one could fall into and become trapped and die. With broken legs. And spiders. And a concussion. Slowly. From starvation.