The two balconies of our "flat" are strictly off-limits to the kids. We always keep the doors locked and closed and they have to get permission to stick so much as a toe outside. As a result, they are very afraid to go out there. (Good.)
Yesterday, after hanging the laundry, I neglected to lock up immediately and BR trotted onto the balcony. I saw him right away and called out to him to get back indoors and (for once) he rushed to obey.
"Whew," he said, "I almost died."
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I think I've told this story to 10 people already. He's hilarious. :)
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