Hi,

I have to admit, in the first few seconds of reading I really assumed you were telling the story from the perspective of a real silverfish, the little critters that regularly hide somewhere under surfaces and come out as soon as the humans are gone. HaHa!!! I was still like, wow, what an unusual narrative!" But then I understood that it was a toddler. Also a very good move to change the perspective. Very entertaining and it takes the sour moral out of it, which you hear so often. Thank you for not doing that.

It immediately reminded me of my ex-brother-in-law who, when I was about fifteen, offered me some of his cognac when I saw him drinking it and asked if I could have a taste. He was very generous with me, so generous that I drank not just one glass, but several. Which gave me the worst hangover of all my young years the next day and I was still dizzy and nauseous all day. I never touched the stuff again and since then I don't even like to smell it. His lesson was hugely successful and taught me something. If he had forbidden it or given me the finger, .... well, you know the rest.

Greetings!