Fearless

WeeBee has not learned a thing from his E.R. trip.  Today as I was looking for my pocketbook on our way out the door, I heard the following.

"Look, Mommy!  Bump!  Bump!  Bump!  Hi, Mommy!  Bump!  Bump!"

I looked up, and there he was, sliding down our staircase, on his rear, yelling "Bump!" every time he hit the next step.  He's going to give me an ulcer.  Apparently the other day I was such a nervous wreck that he finally grabbed my hand and dragged me into the kitchen, saying, "Come, Mommy.  You make cup of tea.  Have cup of tea."

He's lucky he's such a sweetheart.  ;)