Stairway to Heaven and Other Ruses
April 12, 2016
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My son is a savant at trickery…It’s probably why he is so cute; otherwise, I’d be much more angry on a regular basis. I retrieve him from his nap and we walk together toward the stairs. On hands and knees, my son demonstrates every intention of heading down without incident. Nothing sketchy or untoward about his behavior…that should have been my first clue. He’s always up to something when I’m not paying sufficient attention. Usually, I wait for him to begin the process of descending down the stairs before heading down myself, but on this occasion I take the lead only to look up at him hovering at the top of our staircase for a suspicious amount of time.
I look up at Little Man from the middle of our case, when he grins at me exposing every tooth in his perfect mouth. Within seconds my son darts up faster than I’ve ever seen him, and he sprints to our guest bedroom normally cornered off from his free and uninhibited excavation. My son slams the door amidst a chorus of boisterous laughter, leaving me to only imagine what kind of mayhem is occurring behind the door in the brief span he is alone. After a moment of shock, I begin my slow and labored climb back to the top. Once I’m able to regain leveled breathing from even this slight exertion, I retrieve him, ensuring this time he actually descends.