My kids still laugh about when they were little and a neighbor watched them for a few hours while I worked. They had a big farm and electric fences. They had a boy about 10 and mine were a few years younger, every 2 years.....

Of course, the older kids could crawl under the fences unscathed. My brood went to crawl under it, following my sitter's 10 year old son, and the oldest crawled under the line, then the next, then the next all made it fine...until the littlest one.....he stood up, right under the line.

BZZZTT... He still has a scar on his head hidden in his hair. We call it his 'electric part'. He is not amused. He was only two! I am not sure who was in charge of watching him, but they didn't do a very good job.

He has always had this odd relationship with electricity. You know those corn on the cob holders, the ones shaped like littled corn cobs with 2 sharp prongs in them to stick into corn on the cob???? Guess what he did with those when he was little. He stuck it in an outlet. He was fine. I was not! Just about had a heart attack. I heard the darn plastic sizzle. Well of course....they looked like plugs, did they not??? Naturally he found the one outlet without childproofing. Lord....and I wonder why my nervous system is shot.

He is 26 now and still gives me new gray hair every week.