I think I am raising Bam-Bam. Perhaps you don’t believe in reincarnation, and perhaps if you do believe in reincarnation, you do not believe in the reincarnation of fictional cartoon characters, but I don’t know how else to explain it. My son spends most of his days either bashing his head against things, or picking up objects and bashing them into things. Frankly, I am concerned.
I can’t be good for a little skull to be constantly banging into things in a repetitive manner. It certainly feels bad to my own personal skull when Edward crashes his head into it as hard as possible, so I can only imagine what all of this banging does to him. I guess maybe he’s done it so much that his brain is numb now, but I can’t help but think that I should get him a helmet to wear around the house.
And it’s not just his head! If given the chance, he will grab anything laying around and throw it, or beat it against the wall or floor. He pulls DVDs off of shelves. He really enjoys taking my Rigoletto score down from the bookcase and flinging it at me. Baby toys, dishes, remote controls, bricks, anvils, you name it! If it is within grabbing distance he will thump you with it. I am awaiting with great terror the day when he will pick me up and bonk me onto the floor back and forth over his head.
I am told over and over again, oh he’s just being a boy. Boys are like that. Boys are destructobots. Boys bang their heads against the wall over and over again for no reason. Well, I will have you know that I was once a boy, and my mother tells me that I did not engage in such behavior when I was a baby. Of course I also never played sports or did any other particularly boy-like things when I was young, so I guess you can’t really go by me in this case. All I know is, either he’s getting a helmet, or I am.