At first, she'd just stand beneath it and yell up at me that I was really high. It progressed to her stepping on the bottom rung, only to scamper down when I barked at her to get off the ladder (the last thing I needed atop an already wobbly ladder was more wobbling).
The next thing I knew, I turned my back and this is where she ended up:
She was right back up on top, enjoying the view.
After some thought, I decided the best way to keep my girls out of trouble was to lock them away in their tower.
Of course, like any doting mother, I try to keep my kids safe but sometimes, I just can't keep them down.
For all we know, those nasty rascals in storybook tales were just trying to protect the precious princesses. Don't you feel a bit more sympathetic to those villains now? At least I do.