Poor, persecuted apple

Jocelyn likes to snatch utensils from the drawer occasionally, and we're generally okay with that. It was clearly not okay, though, when she came running around the corner from the kitchen into the family room on Sunday holding five steak knives; it was even less okay when she proceeded to stab the water polo ball with them (thankfully, not hard enough to do any harm). That's when I realized, "Hmm, those knives ought to go in one of the drawers that she can't open." However, I didn't move the butter knives, thinking they couldn't do too much harm.


This is what I found this morning about twenty minutes after I gave Jocelyn her apple. Considering the amount of force it must have taken to stab the apple this deeply ... and then pondering how much bodily harm that could have done if she had stabbed someone instead of something ... I'm thinking that we may want to make butter knives inaccessible as well for now. I really don't want to be posting a picture similar to the one above this spring with the knife sticking out of Robbie instead of an apple.