The tree climbing gene. I didn't get one. I never had a desire to climb up a tree pretty much ever.
AB might even tell you a story about the day we went for a walk and I got stuck in a tree. About four feet off the ground.
My kids didn't inherit that fear.
Skadi begged and begged for me to put her in the tree. She had refused to put shoes on earlier so I told her no, she couldn't go in the tree because she didn't have shoes on.
She was back 30 seconds later.
Fancy shoes and all.
I don't balk too much when she decides to hang out in the tree. I just grab the camera. Because being in a tree means smiles. And stillness. I am not chasing her for a picture.
Nope, I can get cute smiley pictures, like this: