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Consequences and the 2 year old

The truth is that 2 year olds do not understand consequences of their actions unless they have already experienced it.  They are on a journey of discovery so everything needs to be touched and experimented with.

Philippe telephoned this morning.  His 2 year old granddaughter had locked herself in the downstairs toilet and it had taken a long time, a great deal of persuasion and a few tears to get her out.  Now Philippe is a retired General and his son is also in the army so one can imagine that one two year old locked in the toilet would be chicken feed to them.

So what is worse?  A 2 year old being locked in the toilet or a 2 year old who locks his mother in the basement as my son Mark did, while his brother Paul, who was nearly 4, was getting up to other mischief?

A small child locked in the toilet can do a fair amount of damage if they put their minds to it but it is limited.  They can turn the taps on, throw things down the toilet or rip  off the wallpaper.

However, a child who locks their mother in the basement has a whole house to destroy and I  know from experience that two toddlers can think up mischievous things to do that one toddler could not even imagine.

In my next blog I will tell you what two toddlers can do and did.

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