Wheeee!

Before I get to the story referenced by my title, I wanted to give you an update on my bed climbing situation. When I went down for a nap that afternoon, it happened again. And I got hurt and cried again. And it happened fast. My brother and I share a Jack and Jill bathroom and my mommy planned to watch me through the bathroom door to see how I climbed out of the crib. She left through my bedroom door and went through Thomas' room into the bathroom. By the time she got there, I'd already climbed and fallen again. But I haven't done it since. It hurts!

Tonight, Mommy and Thomas were trying to play Chutes and Ladders. I wanted to play too. They would let me spin when it was my turn and I'd take Elmo, we have the Sesame Street version, and I would put him on a slide and say, "Wheeee!" all the way down. Next time it was my turn, I did it again. It's fun going down the slides. My brother didn't think so though. He was about to win when he landed on the longest slide of the game and had to go back almost to the beginning. He didn't say, "Wheeee!" and I don't understand why.