Not quite Everest, but high enough

Dillon is a climber. He climbs on furniture, the fireplace, stepstools, his toybox - anything.

He is usually really smart about getting down, too. He lays on his belly, and scoots off backwards, feet first, so he doesn't get hurt. In fact, he is quite fanatical about his dismount. If he is on a large object (like our king-sized bed) he lays on his tummy right in the middle and scoots backward, grunting and fighting the covers, and checking behind him to see how close he is, till he gets to the edge.

Here is a picture of him scooting off my parent's back patio. This is not a forward crawl - it is a backward scoot! Note that the drop is about two inches, and he began his dismount about seven feet from the edge:

So, this morning, when he climbed onto the scale in the bathroom as I was showering, I didn't think much of it. But he stayed. And stayed. And whined. And stayed. And finally started crying.

There was no way he could lay down to scoot off, and he was too afraid to step off. So he cried. (Don't worry, baby. That scale makes me cry, too.)

I think we have found the perfect place to put him for "time out!"