Another blow to my nerves

Today you climbed out the window, shimmied down the roof and ran around on the awning top until dad could clamber out after you and bring you back inside.

Your dad handled it well and even stopped to put on pants before chasing out after you. I, on the other hand (only hearing about this after the fact), am still panicking.

I don't have any grey hairs yet but I think I will name my first one "2-yr-old on the roof."