Kenny would have stopped her from climbing it in the first place, but he was busy. 
While Jill managed to get halfway up the light pole, we didn't really have to worry about Emmi.
The real trouble came however, when we went back inside. We discovered that while we were outside, JR, the stuffed dog, had committed suicide.
I am sure it has something to do with the smiley face I found drawn on his ass when I took him down from that coat hanger. It must have been demeaning, and he was over the abuse.
5 comments:
Like mother, like daughter. I searched for the picture of you, at eight, all the way up a pole holding up a basketball hoop.
ha ha ha! You have a little monkey on your hands! I don't think I could get like 5 inches up that pole!
Mom. I was thinking of that picture when I posted this.
She actually made it up farther, before Kenny and I did make her come down. The pole started swaying a bit!!
OMG....this is too much!
How the hell did she do that?!
SKILLZ.
RIP stuffed doggie. I'm sure you are in a much better place. :)
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