Grace is a climber. She started early, climbing the stairs at 7 months and getting up onto chairs and the sofa at 10 months.
These days, nothing holds her back. She gets up on the step ladder, the kitchen table, you name it. We have to watch her carefully because she has no fear.
A few weeks ago, Grace climbed into and out of a high chair at the local Chinese restaurant as if it were a jungle gym. It was funny to see her determination and to watch her acting like a monkey, and we let her do it. And we laughed.
It was a big mistake. We're well aware of our mistake, Dear Reader, but now it's too late.
All that's left to do is to work on words like stop and danger. It's not going very well.
This morning, we had breakfast with my parents and sister at a local diner, as we do every Saturday morning. Grace finished her breakfast, got down from the high chair, and started walking around the table while the rest of us finished eating. It's how we keep her from screaming and disrupting the other diners; she entertains the mostly senior citizen crowd.
This morning, Grace climbed up the rungs on the high chair as if it were a ladder, and she stood still on the top rung, perched like a parrot on a stand.
“No, Grace! Danger!” I exclaimed as I grabbed her hand.
My little parrot repeated, “Dane-der!”
And then she laughed.
And an instant later, she jumped down to the floor and said “Ooooooo!” and laughed more.
My mother, always the astute and helpful grandmother said, “That didn't go so well, did it?”
My sister, who is as clever and funny as I am, said “Danger, Will Robinson, danger! I don't think she gets it.”
No, guys, she doesn't get it. Thanks for pointing it out.
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