Does anyone remember the post I wrote about Josh trying to make breakfast and totally ruining it? My hypothesis was that he feigned incompetence in oatmeal making so that I wouldn’t ever ask him to do it again.

Well…

This afternoon, Josh begged off work and we took Jude to Oz Park to play. Jude is getting so, so daring. He climbs on everything…he runs full throttle from Point A to Point B; none of the bumps or bruises he gets phase him. Today, for the first time, he tried (pretty successfully) to climb on the play structure (the part that curves out like a half-circle). As he started his climb, I moved into position behind him, ready to steady him with my hands on his waist, and my dear, dear husband yells, “Wait! I want to see what he does!”

Seriously?

Apparently I’m supposed to let my 15-month-old try his hand at independent climbing all for the sake of his father’s enjoyment. Falling be damned! Who cares if he slips and cracks his chin off the bars? So what if he smacks his head off yet another hard surface? Josh wanted to see what Jude would do. What was I thinking, trying to ensure his safety? *sigh*

So again I am faced with the reality that my husband is just working me. He knows that it’s unsafe to let Jude go all willy nilly on the metal play structure just like he knows how to make oatmeal. Still, he thinks that by making absolutely ridiculous requests that would jeopardize the well-being of our son, I won’t leave them alone together, thereby relieving him of his fatherly duties.

Well, I’m on to you, husband, and I’m not falling for it. Not only am I going to plan an entire afternoon out for myself, but I think I’ll even let you tackle breakfast in the morning.