How do they come up with this stuff?

Gray came trotting down the stairs and said, “Mommy! Asher needs you. He’s up there on top.”

I of course went to investigate, and found Asher panting frantically and hanging from a high bookshelf. Beneath his dangling feet was his little rocking chair stacked on top of a toy basket that had been emptied and turned upside down. 

Startled by the precariousness of the situation, I asked him what he was doing. 

He squeaked, “Oh, oh, I don’t wish to fall!”

Very thankful for this kid’s unintentional ability to make me laugh, thus curbing the temptation toward panic attacks.

(He is now safe on the ground and has promised to ask for help should he ever decide he needs something from the top shelf…)

*smile*