The Stairs

The day came when Mum and Dad were saying that I was getting too big and too heavy to be carried up and down the stairs.  I wondered what happen now. I soon found out.  One day Dad explained to me that he was going to teach me how to walk up and down the stairs on my own.  I cried and cried and told him I couldn't do it, but he just kept repeating to me that I could I do it.

He firstly carried me down the stairs one step at a time and let me stand on each step for a little while, before he picked me up and carried me to the next step.  When he put me down on each step, I cried.  It was so high!  I was so scared.  I thought I was going to fall.  But my Dad kept a hand on me at all times and he never left me alone.

This went on for a few days.  Then, one day, I realised I could do it alone.  I proudly walked up the stairs.  Mum and Dad were so happy.  They gave me a treat - a Smacko - chicken flavoured. Yummy.  Over the next few days, I kept trying to walk up on my own.  But I couldn't go down.  It was too high. I just knew I would fall down. 

Then came the day I actually 'beat' my Mum and Dad up the stairs.  I was so happy and so were they.

Going down the stairs took some time though.  I stepped down one step at a time and kept looking at the stairs all the time, to make sure my feet were firmly on each one, and to look for the next step.  After a while I mastered that too.  I don't have any problems now with the stairs.  I can now run up the stairs two at a time.  They're fun.  I really don't know what all the fuss was about!  Now I'm trying to see what would happen if I trip Mum or Dad when they walk up and down the stairs.

Tia