Yesterday you decided to go for a ride.

On your own.

Down the stairs from your family room to the basement.

You took your big lobster claw paw and pushed the tension gate down, following in a cascade of spins and tumbles that landed you on the basement floor.

Fortunately, the stairs and landing were carpeted; this softened the blow.

Your Mother was calm as a cucumber – NOT!  She called your Daddy and he came home for awhile.  Mommy didn’t want to put you down for a nap so she held you. But soon it was apparent you were none for the worse.

Today you wore a t-shirt that said:

I do all my own stunts.