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I'm planning to vacuum upstairs, but Jake is sleeping in a corner of the bedroom, so maybe I shouldn't.

A comment about a toddler with a knife (about Kevin Williamson's article today) reminded me of an incident.

When Daughter D was about 2, we were having a Cub Scouts event at the dining hall at our nearby camp. The Boy Scouts from our troop did the cooking in the kitchen there. After doing something or other, I looked around for D and couldn't find her. After a bit of looking around, I went into the kitchen, and sure enough, there she was.

She had wandered into the kitchen, picked up a knife from a counter, and started waving it at the Scoutmaster's knees, that being her height. When he took the knife away, she started to cry, and Thor picked her up. When I arrived, he and the rest of his patrol were doing a sort of line dance and singing this song about Assassin's Creed, while D grinned and sang, "Dieeee, dieeee!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfsRxTjNGvo

She never had a chance of being a normal child, really.

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Good morning.

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