|Look at me, Mom!|
Well, all that came to an end recently when Jack realized he was a strong enough jumper to get up there.
I tried moving the armchair farther away from the wall, but I quickly discovered that it was a lost cause. He was going to get up there no matter what, now, because he knew he could do it.
I decided the most prudent course of action was to move the most delicate crystal and other breakables out of his way.
He just couldn't understand why I didn't share his joy over this new-found skill. He is, after all, descended from the mountain cats of Thailand (he's part Korat). It's in his nature to climb. Now, in the evenings, he will sit up there and stare down at me, just to see if I'm looking.
|What's the matter, mom?|
I didn't want to encourage him, but he was so pleased with himself I found myself eventually saying (I couldn't help it!), "Why look at you! What a terrific climber you are! You have such strong legs! What a jumper!"
Cat kids. What do you do with them?