Whenever Miranda gets it into her head that she needs to get from a low place to a high place, I tell her not so gently, "God only allows one climber per family, and that space is already filled. Sorry!"
Kids pretending to be interested in the potties, but only actually as step stools
Trouble is, she is either not listening or she's just following her climby brother's example.
She's started climbing up onto the small kid's chairs, the potty seat, onto the sofa (with help),
up and on ridiculously large riding toys. And yesterday she used the kid's chair to get to the top of...
the kiddie table. "Victory!" she must be thinking. Me? I'm thinking, "Not another one!"