"but let's hope he doesn't stick his tongue to a frozen metal flag pole when we visit the Midwest this winter."What was I thinking to even utter the idea anywhere?
We visited the St. Louis Arch over Christmas; the first time for Harrison and me. It is pretty freakin' cool!
[Oh yeah, you see where we're going with this]
Now the boy doesn't read his blog, and I don't THINK we talked about it in front of him... AND I know for a fact we didn't Triple-Dog-Dare him; but non the less, a light-bulb went off in his little five-year-old head immediately after I took a picture of him standing up against that gigantic, cold, metal wall.
I can only imagine the wheels in his brain turning as he examined it, "Hmm, this is interesting, I wonder what it tastes like; what will really happen if I touch it with my tongue..."
...and before I could stop him, out came the tongue and made contact with the cold surface of the arch.
Yup, I took the picture first - then I did the mom-thing,
"Harrison, Eeww! Don't lick the Arch"!
Luckily, it was only 30 degrees out and his tongue didn't stick.
Never. A dull moment.
