So we were taking a few boxes over to the new house tonight and Mia was having a blast running around the still unfurnished family room. The stairs to the basement are in the family room. From the kitchen I hear "I jump down now," then THUD, then crying. Yes, my child tried to jump down the stairs.
Perhaps this is what comes from growing up in a ranch-style house. Perhaps it's time to break out the Ritalin.
Anyway, she was fine. Luckily she went feet first and landed on her bottom about 5 (carpeted) steps from the top. But it could have been ugly. I pleaded with her to never do that again. The DCFS people would never believe she intentionally jumped down the stairs.
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