i have a family of climbers…some are worse than others (i don't mean worse as in climbing is bad but just that some of them seem to have to climb) if you know what i mean. Anyone who knows my lovely husband knows it is probably written in their DNA. It gives me a near constant state of anxiety in play parks, especially ones with large tower type structures in them…something like this is not an unfamiliar sight to me.
Matilda is not going to be far behind him, she has figured out that climbing on the stool in the kitchen means you can reach whatever you like and she often disappears and comes back clutching some goodie that she has retrieved from the back of the work surface…we moved the stool one day to stop her getting at Jemimah and 'loving' her awake…she went and got a kitchen chair and used that instead…its a lost battle i feel 🙂