Thursday a worker was over and needed to look at some of the mechanicals that are up in our attic. The access to the attic is in the hallway and is 10 feet off the ground. It requires me to bring a ladder in from the garage and angle it up through the access hatch. It is steep and somewhat shaky as I climb the ladder. The worker has a bad knee. "It needs a surgery," he teels me as he slowly makes his way up the ladder into the attic.
I was up in the attic showing the worker what he needed to see when I heard Finn calling out, "Daddy... daddy."
It sounded remarkably close.
Again I heard, "Daddy," and just then Finn's head popped up through the attic access hole.
He was on the ladder.
He had climbed the ladder shoeless and in his pajamas.
My first tendency to freak out was supressed so that I could calmly walk across the attic to reach Finn before a foot slipped. I did get to him and managed to get myself on the ladder with Finn before any accident. We backed down the ladder together as I thought about how this was going to sound as I explained my thoughts as I saw his head pop through that hole.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
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