Meet Isaac, my 6 year-old nephew and professional mischief maker. Prior to my arrival in Minnesota last week, he’d scaled my sister’s refrigerator and downed a half bottle of Disney princess gummy vitamins. Luckily, they were iron free.
My sister, Carole, is now on a first name basis with both poison control and the Disney princess gummy vitamin people, who are sending her a free replacement bottle for her troubles. Someone there must have a six-year-old boy.
Carole will have you know, Isaac isn’t much of the Disney princess type. The vitamins just taste good. In his spare time, while not sneaking large quantities of supplements, he can be found playing with spiders, hunting snakes in the yard, and beating up other little boys behind his school.
So, my sister and I decided a little trip to the railroad tracks up the street from my mom’s house to flatten some pennies would be the perfect thing to distract him from any misadventures on the first day of my trip.
We used to do it all the time as kids…
Of course, maybe teaching him to play around boxcars hauling 1000’s of pounds of potentially toxic material at high speeds wasn’t the best idea.