My Son's Decision-Making: A Flowchart

He may only be 14 months old (almost) but my son has a pretty sophisticated decision-making protocol.  It looks something like this:

I don't know if it's because he's the second-born or if it's because he's a boy, but my son appears to be lacking some sort of common-sense mechanism possessed by normal human beings.

He's like a two-and-a-half foot tall Evel Knievel.  Without the motorcycle (thank goodness).  He tries to chew on my computer cord.  He launches himself face-first off of couches, beds, and playground equipment.  He routinely attempts to stick his finger into light sockets -- after pulling out whatever was previously plugged in.

And he climbs.  Oh, lord, he climbs.  Onto chairs, over barricades, onto bookshelves.  He seems to believe his family lineage includes Spiderman.  It doesn't.

When he's on an exploratory rampage, Josh and I are never quite sure whether to laugh hysterically or frantically chase after him holding pillows!

He looks harmless.  Don't believe it.