“Mom, can I use the ladder?”
“What are you doing?”
“Well, um, my Frisbee landed on the roof of the garage and I’d like to get it down.”
“Okay, I guess. BUT use a broom to knock it off and whatever you do, DO NOT GO ON THE ROOF OF THE GARAGE!”
“Okay, sure, no problem Mom, I PROMISE!!!”
The children are literally 15 feet away from me. I am painting the garage door and they are located just around the corner.
I hear some thumping. Then some grunting. Then I hear some talking. No big deal.
Some time passes.
“Hold on, don’t MOVE! I’ll go get some bricks. That should make it high enough.”
“What are you guys doing?”
“Getting the Frisbee down Mom!”
“Do I have to come over?”
“I’m coming over!”
“Seriously MOM! Its okay!”
As I round the corner I see several cinder blocks on top of our inexpensive 6 ft ladder. Sitting on the edge of the roof of the garage, my daughter. Ducking around the corner of the garage farthest away from myself, my son.
“Didn’t I SAY No going on the roof of the garage?”
Says the voice coming around the corner of the garage, “Well actually you said I couldn’t go on the roof of the garage. Which was fine because it was too far from the top of the ladder to the roof for me to jump up, but I was strong enough to lift No. 2 onto the top of the garage.”
“Get your butt over here and put these bricks away!!! What on earth were you thinking! You knew I wouldn’t …. ARGH!!!!”
“Mom, I’m scared!”
“Don’t worry I’ll get you down safe, but then you’d better get scared!”