This is your brain...

...Or something like that. This evening as I headed up the stairs I discovered Tyler perched on the (very narrow) shelving at the very top of the stairs. Needless to say I FREAKED out and yanked him off as quickly as my body would move. I hugged him and through tears tried to tell him, "Never, never do that again." Well, that approach didn't really work so well. He screamed at me "Yes I can!" As tempted as I was to yell back, "No you can't," I took a different route.

After pulling myself together I got an egg from the frig and put it in a plastic bag. We talked about how the egg is hard on the outside and mooshy on the inside. I explained that I was very scared when I saw him up so high because I was afraid he would fall. So we chatted a bit more about what would happen if the egg fell off the shelving and then together we dropped it down the stairs.

Not pretty. Sometimes I am still actually surprised at the lenghts we parents go to to get through to our kiddos. Luckily, I grew up in the 80's during the "this is your brain on drugs" campaign

Where Ty was seated

View from the top

Smashed Egg