Walk, Talk and Chew Gum?

Oh wait, I can't.

So anyway, I fell down the stairs last night. And as I came to rest on the bottom step, John ran into the living room to get Steven yelling "Mama Fall!".

I sat, moaning and groaning and having John make sympathetic noises and patting my shoulder, he then proceeds to show me how to walk down the stairs.

Yes, that's right I was taught by a 3 year old. He ran up to the top of the stairs and with a big shit-eating grin that Miss America would envy, he carefully walked down the steps and instructed me "See Mama, like this".

And then he did it again. "See, see Mama. Walk down like this".

All the while, Steven was laughing at me.

Bastards.