Making way

Of course, the rock wall was on the other side of the park. I'm not one of those freakout parents who runs around behind their toddler to making sure they don't take risks (because if Meegan or I were, we'd be apoplectic all the time). But still, this was an 8-10 foot climbing wall. So I jog over to make sure he can find the footholds. Of course, by the time I cross the playground, he's already halfway up what he called "the mountain."