

I remember my dad throwing out the question a few years ago: Why do kamikazi pilots wear helmets? Though I haven't found the answer to that question yet, I have found a kindred-kamikazi spirit in our family. Claire has taken to crawling toward the nearest precipice and going over the edge head-first, usually with Sam or me grabbing at her legs. We call it Clairi-splunking.

While we worry about Clairi-splunking and avoid leaving the little one alone on the bed or couch, we are all for Claire's other sport-of-interest: Clairi-sprawling. This sport does not get its name from the physical action of sprawling. Rather, it derives its meaning from the term "urban sprawl," which implies a sort of de-centering of something that used to be concentrated in one place. Clairi-sprawling has been documented over the last couple of days:
Stage one involved a heightened interest in areas of storage, such as the bookcase or diaper bag (as seen above).

Stage two began when Claire realized that books are actually removable. She really thought that was a neat idea.

Turns out that other things are removable as well.

Actually, just about anything can be taken out and strewn about the floor.


Stage three occurred when Claire's OCD kicked in and she decided that EVERYTHING must go. She is very thorough.





