StairMaster of Near Disaster

A minute or two is enough time for a three-year-old to find trouble. Case in point: this morning, as we were making breakfast, Olivia slipped out of the kitchen and headed toward the front room, where we keep a lot of her toys and books. Unbeknownst to us, she quickly grew tired of her usual diversions, and instead headed for the stairs.

We knew something was amiss when one of our calls checking on her went unmet in response. At that point, both Beni and I set aside our culinary duties to see what Olivia was up to, discovering that what she was up to was the last step before the landing, and what she was in was the stair basket that she had grabbed on her way upstairs.