The Girl: Mommy, will you help me go down the stairs, please?
Me: Why do you need help going down the stairs?
TG: Because I’m going to rollerblade on the back porch.

Why was she in her bedroom, two floors up from the back deck, in her roller blades, thinking she was going to walk down the stairs and through the house to get to the back deck?

Mind you, rollerblading on the back deck was a horrible idea.  It’s a wooden deck with space between each plank.  But I couldn’t deal with that.  I can only deal with one bad idea at a time.

At least she knew she needed help. And at least she was polite.

*An earlier version of this vignette was originally published on Facebook on 4/21/13