In honor of my mom...
When I was 6 my brother, Ryan was 3. He had a pair of cowboy boots that he LOVED. They were way too big for him—his entire leg pretty much fit inside of them, which made it a little hard to walk. Regardless, he wore the boots everywhere.
One day I convinced Ryan that it would be a good idea to climb up on the roof of the house and try his boots out up there. There was a wood pile on the side of the house that was high enough to where if we stood on it he could reach the roof if I held him up. So off we went. Ryan put his boots on and I hoisted him up.
Inside the house, my parents heard the stomping around above their heads and came out to see what it was. Having my own kids now, I can't even imagine what they must have thought when they came out and saw their toddler on the slanted, wood shingle roof with his oversized cowboy boots on. Sorry Dad, and God, please don't let me have stories like this about my kids when I get older. Hahaha.