Fast forward a few years. We lived in a lovely little home with exposed beams and stucco walls. On the landing of the stairway, there was a significant crack from the settling of the house over time. Along that fissure the stucco jutted out – a mini tectonic plate shift. If one were inclined to pick at things, this provided great temptation. Three-year-old Chase didn’t see it as temptation but an opportunity suited to his curiosity. He plucked away at the stucco until there were shards of plaster on the carpet and lath exposed in the wall.
Within minutes I saw the mess and damage and bellowed an annoyed and mighty “Arrrgghhhhh!”
Chase heard this and absorbed it into his tender heart. “You broke my feelings!” he wailed.