kwhite

Every night we would be sitting and hear "Thud" and we knew he would have tried to jump up on the chair pushed under the table and whacked his head on the underside of the table. He would leap way too early to try to get up the one step into the dining room and smack face first into the step. He jumped once from our bed to the open window and hit the screen so hard it popped out and he and the screen fell two stories to the grass in the back yard. He was just a mess. He would try to jump into your lap and overshoot your lap. He would look back in mid air as if to say "hey where are You going?"