Yesterday I slipped on the steep stairs at my son's house, whilst taking my grandson up for his nap. He is not two years old until the end of this month, and although he is doing well with nouns his speach is not adequate for more complex things.

Naturally I put his safety first, so I went down with a bang and slid half way down before I could stop myself. The damage is only bruises and a few square inches of carpet burn.

So I picked myself up and climbed back to the top, just in case he decided to come down, but then I sat down to get my breath back.

Jake hurried off into his bedroom - I thought I must have frightened him.

He came back with the teddy from his bed and gave it to me.

Anne the Pleater :ootd: