Fearless for '09

Karl would wish you a happy new year, but since his concept of time is so far based on meals, naps and outings, he might as well tell you about those. He could quote Franklin D. Roosevelt, who is a very timely quotee these days. That whole thing about fear. Fear being a very overrated reflex, especially when there's frosty playgrounds to explore where few competing kids are hogging the swings and slides and playhouses these days (their parents must all be wimps or too hungover from all the holidays).



Yesterday the whole fearless thing got a bit out of hand though. When I brought out the stepladder to decorate our kitchen with tasteless shiny New Year's party decorations, Karl took the initiative and climbed the first step. We belittled his effort as a mere baby-step, which just could not get further. Ever the macho boy Karl proved us wrong and climbed the whole ladder all by himself. When he had reached the summit he started to rock and shake the whole thing. I did act as a safety, but he didn't really notice.

More stunts to follow. Because we party like it's 2009!