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Stair Jumping...

I just love this story - makes my heart happy.  :)

===== Dec 5th, 2019 =====

So, this morning, as part of the normal routine, I was getting Siena ready for school.  Lunchbox in hand, we headed down the stairs to put on her boots before getting into the car.  I help her get both of her feet into boots, then opened the door to the garage and said, "Come on, let's get in the car... time to go to school."

She stood up, and then moved up to the second stair above the landing.

I know what she's thinking about doing... so I interject...

"Siena, don't jump!  Don't jump on the stairs!  It's dangerous...  Let's get going."

She paused for a moment, looked down... and then jumped.  She landed with a "Tada!" sort of landing... and then looked over at me.

Exasperated, I dropped down to her level, and said, "Come here" (not angry - just a "teaching moment" voice)

She walked over slowly...

"Siena Grace - what did I just say?

"It's time for school?"

"Well, yes... what else did I say?"

"You said not to jump"

"Right, because it's dangerous.  I don't want you getting hurt, and jumping is dangerous.  Why did you jump, even after I said not to?"

"Daddy," ... she looked me right in the eyes... and then leaned in a bit and lowered her voice...  "I'm a jumper."

....  So hard to keep a straight face... but I managed to pull it together enough.

"Ok jumper - get in the car, we're going to be late..."

I love that girl so much.

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  1. I wonder what made her say "I'm a jumper". That seems like a giant leap, pun intended, for a little girl to proclaim.

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    1. I have no idea - but man... was it adorable. :)

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