Stove be hot!

Last couple of weeks have been filled with rage and desperation. Trying to protect the kid from hurting himself with all the dangerous but fun stuff in the kitchen.
The Lady is a bit more towards theory, while I have more practical approach. Instead of "don't! don't! don't!" I say "do it faggot!" while hanging around to save in case of heavy emergency. Hot stove surface thought him pretty quickly, that it's not a place for playing. 10 minutes of crying and 2 hours of red hand later he dares not touch it anymore. Also learned the word for it, if only in his own language: "uuuuuuuuuuuu!". Now everything's "uuuuu!" - food, drinks, bath water, you name it.

Climbing to the top of the world

Quite a while ago (actually, I think it was soon after he learned to walk), he figured out, that he can push a chair around the master bedroom and then climb that to access all the higher interesting places, such as desk and drawer tops.
Funnily enough, it took him almost half a year to realize, that he can apply the same in the kitchen. Now the hell began with playing in the sink, knife wielding and stove-top touching.
We have managed to teach him, that playing with knives might lead to pain ("ow ow!"), but, I guess, he hasn't connected the notion of "pain" with actual pain. So every time he has a knife within his reach, he definitely will grab it and run around with it shouting "ow ow!". Good, that he knows.