Walking the stairs

Today I fell down the stairs. Only four steps, but I was angry, and of course I had hurt my self. A little bit. My mama was standing below me, but couldn't catch me in time. So, she took that as a reminder to herself, to stand even closer to me.

Now it has become so dreadfull to walk up the stairs. Mama doesn't play on the stairs anymore, but keeps reminding me to keep on walking. While I just love to make up stair-games: I have mama's full attention at that time, so I love that!

Sometimes mama even picks my up and carries me!! The insult! "Self do!" I yell. And if possible, I walk myself all the way back up and down again, just do do it myself. The other day, I fooled mama, and when she looked I stood at the top of the stairs!