E-level

Once upon a time the term "E-level" referred to the on-campus bar at my undergraduate university. I've heard that the bar is long gone but I'm not really sure. E-level now means something entirely different to me.

As the small boy grows in height and mobility his world expands and we discover new ways in which our home and habits are not childproof. Anything below the new conception of E-level is potentially in harm's way. Right now E-level is about 3 feet from the ground, the height of my boy from tip (finger tip) to toe. Change on a night stand = bad. Trash can = bad. I've started preparing for the point at which the kitchen counters are within finger tip range; knives left innocently near the edge flash giant warning lights. So far we've avoided major mishaps but that's been luck and luck alone.

Today we went to that bastion of boy-dom: Best Buy. Little E, already sick of shopping, was adamant about being on his feet. So off he went, walking around the maze of aisles just as happy as could be. As always, a miniature version of his Dad, E squealed with delight at the array of speakers and stereo equipment.

The amazing thing is: Best Buy was prepared for our visit. Almost everything was either in a locked cabinet or just above E-level! E could reach the pricing information but not the video games, computers, tvs ....

Perhaps we should get their Geek Squad out to the house, not to deal with our electronics since the Mav does that pretty well himself, but to improve our child-proofing.