We Can't Take That Boy Anywhere!

So just when we thought it was safe to take our rambunctious 4.5 year old child out into public without wreaking havoc, we found out we were wrong.

Our Pastor and his wife had us over for lunch on Sunday afternoon. Their table is one of those high tables that has beautiful matching stools, but because there weren't enough seats, an office-style chair was brought in and had to be 'pumped' up to the appropriate height.

Aside from his consistent scattering of their basket full of doggie toys, and his fascination with their La-Z-Boy chairs in the living room (picture a curious young boy cranking the lever on the side to watch the chair open and fold over and over until his negligent very-tired-from-a-youth-group-event-the-night-before parents finally noticed and told him not to touch those chairs again.) Not only were we concerned about damage to the furniture, we were worried about their little dog getting caught inside.

Things went remarkably well until after Judah finished his food. While we adults were still seated at the table talking after the meal, I noticed that Judah was exploring every square inch of their living room, and at one point even came behind us at the table. Part of the reason for this was that he kept tormenting chasing their little toy poodle, and at one point, he even ended up beneath that tall table looking for the dog. No doubt the poor dog was just trying to find one safe place to hide away from the reach of that kid.

Suddenly, in the middle of a sentence, our Pastor, who was seated in the office chair, suddenly drops about six inches, very nearly hitting his chin on the table.

"JUDAH!" he said, shocked but already laughing.

Yes, our Judah had spotted a lever on his chair, and because all the chairs in this house seemed to have them he just had to see what this particular one did.

Man, we're never going to get invited anywhere!