As T.Puzzle has attempted to gain mastery over his two-wheel bicycle, it is sometimes a losing battle. Coupled with getting regularly pounded by players twice his size in his U10 soccer league, this boy has taken quite a beating over the past few weeks. I’ve become accustomed to hearing his wails of pain. So, when I heard him cry out after a tussle with the stairs, I sprang into my usual action. I scooped him up, held him and let the tirade of tears unleash.
“What happened?” I asked.
T.Puzzle’s response was choked with pain. “Well, I was going down the stairs on my stomach and each step that hit my stomach hurt it worse and worse.”
How does one respond to that?
I didn’t have a logical response so I calmly walked away, went up the stairs using my FEET and hid my exasperated chuckle from him.
Turns out, feet really are the way to go when using the stairs.
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