Escape artist

The Cowboy Small book reminded me of something I meant to post earlier in the week.

On Saturday Luke escaped from his crib for the first time. Most kids his age seem to have scaled the bars long ago, but until recently Luke has been going to bed in his sleep sack, which covers everything up to his neck with holes just for his arms. He loves it, but it makes it a lot harder for him to climb. Anyhow, on Saturday during naptime he was yelling in his crib while mommy talked to daddy on the phone (I was still on the train coming back from Chicago) and suddenly there was a thump and a bawling boy. Apparently he had dropped his sleepsack out of the crib, and when he stretched and leaned over the top to try to reach for it he eventually fell out completely. He landed on a little wooden ant that whacked his neck a little, and he may have hit his knee on something too, but he was mostly fine. It was still very traumatic for him, though, and he has been talking about it ever since. (Lucky, too: The other morning when he started to try to climb over again, telling mommy that he wanted to get out by himself, she said "but you might hurt yourself!" He got a terror-stricken look and stopped trying.)

So what's the Cowboy Small connection? Well, tonight when I was reading it to him, he was very interested in the page where Cowboy Small is in his bunkbed.

L: Bunkbed owee!
D: Why is the bunkbed an owee?
L: Knee! Owee, knee!
D: Oh, you're worried Cowboy Small will fall out of the bunkbed and hit his knee?
L: Yeah.
D: Like Lucas when he fell out of his crib?
L: (pauses) Yeah.