Instinctively, I moved it beyond his reach.
It wouldn’t stop him trying, but for the moment it was safe.
As he grew, I shifted it higher, observing that others took similar precautions with cherished possessions, seemingly intuiting the potential for damage, yet only fleetingly reflecting on his motives… and the inevitably shocking tantrums.
I deeply regret that no-one had the foresight to safeguard you, my dear. And that none of us further explored our concerns regarding his behaviour.
His personality is now, belatedly, the subject of both judicial and clinical investigation.
And you, sadly, are truly and irrevocably beyond anyone’s reach.
Emerging from the other side of a visit from the grandkids is almost like being reborn. The food, the drinks (and temporarily the cat) all disappeared from the house. Same time next year, then? 🙂 I missed my weekly interaction with Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the inimitable birthday-girl Rochelle, and found it hard to get going again this week.