Mom has a blue step stool she uses in the kitchen to reach the upper shelves. It is made out of a cheap plastic and weighs next to nothing. Mia has recently learned she can carry this step stool around and climb up on top to get to things she shouldn't be playing with. The past few weeks it has basically been attached at her hip. Wherever Mia goes, step stool follows. It's like she's uncovering a whole new world.
The other day I had just exited the bathroom and saw her running towards me, step stool in hand. I thought she was coming to give me a big hug. But to Daddy's chagrin, she proceeded to run right past me to her bedroom door. Now mind you the door was shut to keep her in the main living room where Mom could keep an eye on her. I watched her as she carefully placed the step stool down in font of the door and climbed up the stool to grab the handle. (The door handle is a lever type you pull down to open). Luckily, the handle was too stiff for her to move. I sat there laughing, amazed at her determination for about two minutes while she tugged on the handle with all her strength.
Then she suddenly decided to jump off the stool while holding onto the handle. Sure enough, her body weight forced the handle down and the door popped open. Mia marched right in like nothing had happened and grabbed her blanket, which is apparently what she was after the whole time.
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