Little Stinker

Look at him, smiling at me, all proud of himself.

He's such a smartie-pants.

We are going to have to get a baby gate installed.

This is about step 5.

He made it to step 6 before I said "Augh that's enough!!" and brought him down.

He used to only try it when I was going up the stairs... the first time was when I was vacuuming. He would just wait at the bottom of the stairs for me while I vacuumed, but one day he decided he would follow me up. I turned around, and he was three stairs up! I had to run down and catch him before he fell. It freaked me out, man.

What is it with boys and dangerous/disgusting things? Why are his favourite things either electric, covered in dog hair or slobber, tall and rickety, or steep and tumbly?

Boys.