There are times when you could inflict pain and damage on your child, but fortunately these are only fleeting and usually when they are being a normal two year old, you are tired and female hormones are raging out of control. There are other times when you realise what a real blessing they are and that you would do absolutely anything at all within your capabilities and try a few things beyond that, to save them.
Today was one such day.
I was sitting down stairs while Angus was meant to be going to sleep. Not today - he was far too excited by life in general to go to sleep although he was clearly tired. Normally this isn't a problem. He stays in his room and plays for a bit and then goes to bed and sleeps. Not today - he decided to go to our room. Not a problem. Usually. Today he took his red chair with him, climbed onto the window sill, OPENED OUR WINDOW AND WAS CALLING TO OUR NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR WHILE LEANING OUT. There is a clear drop of about twenty feet onto stone slabs below our window.
I heard John and saw him calling to Angus. He assumed I was up there with him. I went outside as I know that Angus sometimes climbs on his window sill where there is a child lock on the window. I saw what he was doing and ran faster than I have ever done in my life, calling to him in the hope that he would come back in, and then grabbed him.
Ken came home from work today via a DIY shop and bought some webbing tape and washers and has put a cord across all the upstairs windows to prevent them opening more than about three inches.
My adrenalin levels may subside sometime soon.
Angus just said, "Funny."
No Angus. Not funny. Really scary.