All of a sudden it's very quiet. I'm sitting in my office while Lyla is playing (supposedly). But it's too quiet. I get up wondering what trouble she's getting into. I look in the living room and don't find her. Then I see something run by the top of the stairs. She climbed up the stairs. She know she's not supposed to.
She comes to the top of the stairs and I give her a disapproving look. She grins.
I say: Are you supposed to climb the stairs by yourself?
I get one of those "I know I'm in trouble but I don't care" smirks.
I repeat: Are you supposed to climb the stairs by yourself?
She says: No!
I say: Then why did you?
She says: Cause
And then she runs off.
It has begun...