MOMMY (in chicken scratch),
I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry for climbing out of my high chair. I realize now, that that was at best, a foolhardy thing to do.
Having said that, I want to also say that you should not feel bad or inadequate as a mom just because I was able to do this. The fact is, is that I'm a rascal and for the rest of your life I will probably be doing things of all kinds that will cause your heart to stop beating. More than likely, I will, at the very least, jump of the roof of the shed, at least some part of the house, go scuba diving, black diamond skiing, skateboarding, snowboarding, motorcycle racing and sky diving, just to name a few. Also, given my disposition towards dangerous and risky activities, I will probably be employed as a firefighter, police officer, special forces sniper, MMA combatant, mine disposal man, or a crocodile wrestler in the deep south. My point is, that you can't cage me in. I'm growing, getting stronger and am learning at a geometric rate. I have displayed fine motor skills at an early age and possess an excellent perception of depth and space. Climbing out of my high chair is the least of your concerns, trust me. (Just between the two of us, I've almost figured out the snap buckles anyway. I think Daddy has seen me looking, but I'm not sure.)
Anyway, please don't beat yourself up. Just be glad you haven't caught me doing electrical work yet.
Love your son,