There are, however, some "downsides" to this newfound height of mine: this evening I stumbled just a bit and hit my upper lip and gum onto the corner of the dresser in my room. This wouldn't have happened if I were shorter or if I weren't walking yet. I have a lot to learn in order to be safe in this world.
My mom and dad keep talking about something called "poison ivy" outside, but I don't know what it is or why they care about it. All the plants and vines look very interesting to me, and I like to pull on them just like I see my parents do. Whenever I help, though, they make me stop take a step back. Just to be sure, I try to help them again. And they make me stop and step back again. After about six times trying to help them, I just want to cry. So I do. Then they usually give me a truck to play with, or maybe tell me to go sit in the sandbox. I like that, too, so I go play there. Something weird is going on with all these vines, though. I want to understand.