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.
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