Blissfully unaware of any danger surrounding him, my son views the world as his personal playground. The furniture in the living room serves as a micro-sized Himalayan range; Grandpa’s favourite chair becomes his version of Mount Everest.
Climbing, climbing, climbing to reach the top. Ignoring Mummy’s voice in the background, worriedly commanding him to get down. Grinning cheekily. Climbing higher and higher yet. No fear of heights or falling. Just the adventure above and beyond.
Well, at least until snack time.
My son is a climber. Fearless and mischievously cute.