Rosebud burst into the kitchen in an explosion of laughter this evening. After making laundry deliveries upstairs (a rather rambunctious delivery session, I had noted), it seems that she had the idea to seat herself in the empty basket at the top of the stairs and slide.
All.
The.
Way.
Down.
All had gone quite smoothly- literally- and she was up for another slide. Seems her siblings were rather attracted to the idea, delighted by it in fact, and were thinking to give it a whirl. Sure. Go ahead. After I recover from this first heart attack. Which I may never.
P.S. Lest anyone think that I gave the green light, I am still breathless and heart is still palpitating when I think about Rosebud's little joyride and all of its precarious potentials.
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