Confession: I don’t really read warning labels. A lot of things are self-explanatory, and warning labels have become so commonplace that it’s easy to miss.
One day when he was sick but bored of Netflix, I took him on a hunt for the warning labels around the house. We found a few gems like a man on fire and child being crushed by a garage door.
As morbid as it was, I was able to teach him about safety at the same time, how to call 911, and what our address is.
I don’t think this would have been a good activity for my older daughter at his age because she is rather sensitive and wouldn’t sleep for a week thinking about all the possibilities, but Micah’s the type of kid that can handle it. He actually enjoyed and it, and when we have visitors over, he likes to point them out and warn them not to close the garage door on his head. Hey, whatever works, right?