Does this look like a place Piper should be playing?
Is it the steep, winding stairs or the potential to plunge to one’s death that attracts Piper? Probably both. How about this? Does she need to do this?
Why can’t we just visit her sister’s classroom without Piper climbing into a hallway locker? Because she’s Piper. She’s a risk taker. A brave and crazy soul sent here to test my sanity. She spends most of her day inventing ways to hurt herself. I spend most of my day keeping her alive. I’ve lost count of the number of black eyes she’s had. She’s so banged up and bruised most of the time people give me funny looks in public. I’d have more pictures but I’m busy catching her. I’d like to stuff her in a little bubble but I know she’d figure out a way to escape or to burst the whole thing.
Rather than running her to the ER for stitches once a week, I bought this:
Now I just superglue her boo boos. I keep some extra in the car for on-the-go death plunges. But I still have to ask. As if it’s going to help me much.
“Piper, why do you hurt yourself? Can’t you try to be a little more careful?”
“Well, you see, there’s lots of things in the world and I like lots of space so I can twirl around.” She danced straight into a wall to demonstrate. “And one more thing. I’m little. And I think stuff jumps out at me.”