Mom's got me in training for climbing K2. And then Everest.
She's got me on a strict climbing regimen of the stairs. Three times a day. (ok, it's not strict and I think it's a grand old time! Less it sound as though it is drudgery.) The water bottle is so elusive. Everytime I reach the stair it's on, it moves to a higher one. Rascal-y water bottle!
I'm starting to wonder if she should have let me get introduced to stairs at Gramma and Grampa's. She's created a Mountain Man Monster!