“Why did I fall down?”
We were leaving for daycare when Daddy turned to lock the door and you walked down the steps.
But you didn’t walk, your feet slipped out from beneath you and you ended up sitting on the step.
“Why did I fall down?” you asked, mildly curious and not the least bit afraid or concerned.
“Because there was rain on it. Rain makes things wet and slick,” Daddy said.
You nodded acknowledgments and walked to the car.