so, there's this little boy who loves to climb. if it's climb-able, he'll be on it. he has mastered the stairs, chairs and couch...now he's moved on to his toys. he's gotten a bit daredevil-ish lately, and i just let it happen. he's fallen a few times, but when you climb, it's bound to happen. maybe it's cruel, but i cheer when he falls. i don't want him to think that every time he falls i need to run over and rescue him. i think he's become pro enough to say that i don't worry too much anymore...until he needs to be rushed to the ER...then i'll reconsider the worrying.