Duck! And cover!

These days the most dangerous place to be in our apartment is behind Small Boy. He's developed quite the little King Henry "away with you" over the shoulder toss. Blocks, sippy cups, stuffed toys, hard toys (not to mention carrots, cheese chunks, green beans, peas and pasta curls) go flying indescriminately backwards. It's an exuberant gesture, big and bold; not a tantrum or done in anger. Just a boy wildly tossing his blocks over his shoulder because he has learned that he can. He's taking up his space in the world. I want him to be bigger than I am in the world. Bold. The kind of man who people always think is 5 cm taller than he really is. I want him to make more noise than I did in my childhood, throw more toys, scuff more knees, rip more pants. Take chances. Throw blocks. See what happens.

I'm just going to stay out of range as he does it.