Yesterday, I was quite perturbed when Bryn disappeared on me. I could hear her responding to my call, but I just couldn't place the direction where her voice was coming from. Bryn enjoyed my confusion as she watched me search for her. Back yard. Front yard. Side yard.
I don't know why I didn't think to look up. I guess tree climbing skipped a generation. It was one of my favorite pastimes as a kid, but Kristin just wasn't the arboreal type.
When I finally figured out where Bryn was, I couldn't help laughing, nor could I stay angry.
"Stay right where you are, young lady. (Smirk) I'll go get the camera!" :-D
Besides, Bryn one upped her grandma at that age. She was actually able to climb down, too!
(But then, I used to climb big OAK trees that I still don't know how I got up in the first place!)
[Update: I finally got Kristin to look at my Flickr to see this picture. (Generally, if it isn't on Facebook, she doesn't want to bother.) She claims she did climb trees as a youngster. But I still don't remember seeing her do that.]