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Jet stood at the top of the stairs, "Eah!" he cried.
I walked towards him and he took that as an implicit yes and started towards the stairs. I sprint. I catch him as he leans forward to try and step, forward, down the stairs. I get in front of him, and Jet just tries to take the steps by launching himself forward. As hard as he can.
Gah! I basically play catch-the-boy the whole way down.
What all mothers are afraid of: My boy has *NO* sense of self-preservation.
But he did have a blast leaping the whole way down
I walked towards him and he took that as an implicit yes and started towards the stairs. I sprint. I catch him as he leans forward to try and step, forward, down the stairs. I get in front of him, and Jet just tries to take the steps by launching himself forward. As hard as he can.
Gah! I basically play catch-the-boy the whole way down.
What all mothers are afraid of: My boy has *NO* sense of self-preservation.
But he did have a blast leaping the whole way down
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And he probably only did the leaping thing because I was Right There to catch him. Whew.
OKay, maybe he has *some* sense of self-preservation.