Danger! Danger!

I am in the kitchen cooking tea. Aidan is in the lounge out of my sight. I hear him say:

"Danger! Danger!"
"Danger?"
"Danger! Danger!"
"You're doing something dangerous?"
"Yeah!"

Not the answer I was wanting really....

By the time I got around to see him he was in the process of clambering onto the table (another forbidden activity) so I never did find out what was so dangerous. I'm just glad he sees fit to tell me about these things. The other day I heard:

"Cut. Cut cake. Cut birthday cake".

I looked over and saw he was playing with a knife (of which he was swiftly disarmed...!)