She loves stairs. She’s one year old. If she sees them, she goes for them. Up or down, doesn’t matter. It doesn’t get boring. And she’s good at them. She gets there fast. You can’t always catch her, to spot. She runs to the edge and starts climbing. Or turns around, slides down feet first.
Or at least, that’s what she was doing for the last few months. Now she’s upped the ante. She’s watched enough people walk down them that she thinks she’s ready. Yesterday she ran off, and stepped out into oblivion. Face first onto cement.
(I know what you’re thinking: ‘YOU’RE TERRIBLE PARENTS AND SHOULD GO TO JAIL. NOBODY SHOULD LET A KID FALL OFF THE STAIRS! YOU NEED TO BE THERE LIKE THE CATCHER IN THE RYE’ But guess what? YOU TRY IT. WATCH THEM 99.9% OF THE TIME AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENS DURING THAT 0.1%? OFF THEY GO! THAT’S JUST HOW LIFE WORKS. YOU DO THE BEST YOU CAN AND HOPE IT’S GOOD ENOUGH! SO EASY ON THE JUDGING!)
Today, she did it again.
Did she not collect enough data the first time to know that only pain lies over the edge?
That’s fine. She’s one. Maybe lessons are easily forgotten. Maybe it needed another test. Maybe she knows that real science needs large sample sizes to be conclusive. Who knows?
The real question is: How much data do you need? How many time do you fall on your face before you learn not to do it again?
For me, it’s a lot! Maybe an unlimited amount! Every day it’s a new day of falling on my face. Maybe it will be like that forever! Wait and see!
MAYBE I’LL NEVER LEARN!