Knucklehead Chronicles Episode 1

We have a Knucklehead in our midst . . . a real Knucklehead. Don't get me wrong, Brother is really smart . . .sometimes freaky smart, but if you looked the word Knuclehead up in the dictionary . . well, you know the rest. As some of you know, Brother started climbing out of his crib when he was about 13 months old. We tried everything to keep him in, including a crib tent, which he proceeded to tear open and vacate. Since his version of getting out of the crib meant diving head first for the floor, we were forced to take down the crib and let him sleep in a big boy bed. Sissy didn't get her big girl bed until her 3rd birthday. Brother was 2 . . . a whole year early according to my calculations. Needless to say, his transition has been less than ideal. At this point, we have removed virtually everything from his room. No books or book shelf, no music (most of the time). There aren't even bulbs in his light fixture anymore. Mr. C's good friend, Mr. Black (and no, that isn't a code name but it would be a good one if it was) was special forces in the Army. He came to visit us recently and had a sit down with us regarding the state of Brother's room. He says we are training an assassin, just like they would in the Army. Put someone in a room with nothing and they will find a way to make something from nothing every time. A bit off subject, but interesting none the less. Anyway, we did try to leave the dresser in Brother's room, but we had to attach it to the wall so he wouldn't kill himself if he pulled it over. Here is where the real knucklehead comes in to play. The conversation I had with Brother after his nap a few days ago:

Mrs C. (entered the room to find Brother, half asleep, on top of his dresser with his full sized bed pillow and about 65 blankets): What are you doing?????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brother: I sleeping Mommy.

Mrs. C: You are on top of the dresser!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????????????????

Brother: But I didn't fall off and breakded my head open. This is where I have to sleep now. This is my bed.

Approximately 15 minutes later, the dresser was unattached from the wall and moved into his closet which is now secured with childproof locks.

I think an assassin is a fine job. I am sure he will get to travel to neat places and life will be very exciting.