On the table

These days it is not unlikely to take my eyes off of Hollis for a couple of seconds, and then find him squealing in delight standing on top of the dining room table.  We play outside, I look away for a second to dig up some dead plants and he is running fast towards the street.  This morning I stepped out of the living room to change my clothes and he was screaming within seconds because he managed to pull a fire place broom from its holder onto his face.  Danger lurks at every second in my toddler raising life.  I relax when he sleeps or is tied down in his high chair eating.