The Apple

A fascinating phenomenon is happening in my family room. This room is littered with a wide array of brightly colored, loudly singing, blinking, whirling toys all given to us by overly generous grandparents, aunts, uncles and friends. These are some very cool toys here and my husband and I have been caught more than a few times playing with them ourselves. One would think, that for a 6 month old, this would be heaven. No. Not so much.

Buggy is getting quite proficient at what I refer to as the "Army Man Crawl" - half slither, half drag. It's amazing the speed this kid can get up to. Now one would think (or at least one who hasn't had children before) that speedy child would be more than content to slither and roll around the room from toy to toy, exploring this fun colorful world, perhaps with a happy giggle to appease his parents. No. Not so much.

Every toy is bypassed, every small item tossed aside as he earnestly speeds towards the fireplace, the tile floor, the glass doors of the TV cabinet, a dirty shoe or two, the cat's tail, a sofa cushion, and an empty glass. Baby gates? I think I'm going to build baby gates around him. Oh wait... that's called a play pen. Yeah. He doesn't like that. No. Not so much.

But what really runs through my mind as I skip, jump, and frantically run around the room towards every possible "forbidden fruit" is that Eve never stood a chance.The desire of the forbidden is driven deeply into our psyches, as my baby is demonstrating. It's fascinating. This could explain my dilemma with cake. Perhaps, Fisher Price should manufacture toys which resemble mounds of toxic waste, or rusty nails, shards of glass.... I could be onto something here.... Ummm... No. Not so much. The kid would just play with the box.