All Kinds Of Trouble

The ways in which G can get into mischief increased significantly during a wet Saturday. It was the sort of day when it rained and rained, meaning we couldn't really leave the house.

Instead of allowing boredom to set in, G set about conquering one or two home-based challenges I imagine she's had her eye on for a while. One of these was climbing onto one of the dining chairs all by herself. The first inkling I had that she had learned this new skill was when I turned round to find her standing up on said chair, leaning forwards over the back of it, and grinning at me all proud of herself.

The danger of this was emphasised by her next trick. Having left the laptop closed on the desk in the corner of the living room, not only did G manage to scramble onto the chair, but she then worked out how to open the laptop and start bashing the keys. Thankfully she hadn't done anything really serious, like send an obscene e-mail to the taxman, or, even worse, her granny. But at her current rate of progress, I don't want to take too many chances.

Hopefully we'll get a warm summer. Playing out is much safer all round.