I was at the table for a long time helping Atticus with homework this rainy Friday afternoon when I heard a strange noise - almost like someone was bumping up against the side of the house or something. I consulted Morgan, "Do you hear something weird?" She did.
We went out back to investigate and discovered my (barely) 6-year-old at the top center of our roof! He was standing up tall and proud on that slick, wet, tile roof. He casually informed me he was retrieving a rogue frisbee. (By the time I got this picture he had moved down the roof considerably...I assure you he could not have achieved higher altitude in the prime of his adventure.)
It wasn't until I FREAKED out that it even seemed to occur to him to be scared. At that point he sat down and stared to cry, making dismount (and a good shot for posterity) darn near impossible.
Who would have guessed Wyatt would be so daring? He was always such a cautious toddler. He never ceases to amaze or surprise me, which I find incredibly endearing and fun. I am glad he has motor skills, problem solving skills, braveness and gumption. Now we work on good sense.
For about 6 months Wyatt (5 going on 6) has been sleeping in clothes. Traditionally we'd tell the kids to get ready for bed and they'd either put on PJ's or strip down to their undies. Wyatt, however, has been going to bed in jeans, socks, and a t-shirt. Unfazed by this quirky phase we figured it would pass.
Finally last night he hopped into bed in his cute little tighty-whities. I acted like I didn't notice and storied, snuggled, and back-scratched like always. On my way out he asked,
"Mom, if a robber comes in the night will you please come tell me so I can put clothes on before you do anything else?"