Raising kids in Seattle

I ran into a good friend and past client yesterday and as we catch up on things, Dave tells me about his youngest of 4 children, nicknamed ‘Tonga’, I seem to recall. The story goes that this child, though not even 2 years of age is almost 40 pounds and is very adventurous (I think devious was the word), and has to be watched constantly. He climbs out of his crib and roams where he wants and will leave the house if not caught before hand. Childproof locks you might ask? Well, this is the funniest part. Dave says, yeah we have ‘em, however they don’t stop this child. He sneaks to the pantry door, takes his fist and BAMM slams it against the plastic knob surround breaking it off, carefully opens the door so as not to be heard, then scales the wire shelving to the top shelf where the prize goodies are kept, finds what he wants and drops it to the floor, creeps stealthily down to his prey, opens and starts to eat, when suddenly the door opens and there’s dad standing there looking down at him, at which time he gestures out to dad, offering up his prized possessions and says…’for you?’. At this point as I listen to this story of a not yet 2 year old, tears streaming down my face as I can’t contain my hysteria, I feel very grateful that I know longer have to raise young ones. I can’t wait to hear more ‘Tonga’ stories as this one continues on his journey towards becoming an NFL Hall of Fame defensive end. Thanks Dave for the belly laugh!