I was sending a text last night and as I stood at the top of the stairs, forehead scrunched up and trying to see my tiny little phone screen, out of the corner of my eye – Ralph was showing off again. He was walking the balcony like a tightrope. I tried to very cautiously go downstairs to get the camera.
I did get one shot on the way back up …
… but then he jumped down. I stood around and pretended to text some more, and sure enough – he tried to get up again, but fumbled it.
Emme, though? No problem for a tiny, evil tightrope walker:
It’s a fairly high drop, considering the stairs. Those daredevils.