I've never been much of a tree climber myself. That's why it never occurred to me to look for my youngest daughter within the branches of the red maple in our front yard. The last time I saw her she was playing on the driveway. When I noticed that she was no longer there, I went outside and searched the garage, the road (for a little bike-rider), the back yard and the play fort. Not there. I was talking to my girlfriend on the phone at the time, and asked her to hang on since I couldn't find Ella. Just then, I heard a voice say, "Mom, I'm up here!"
That was yesterday. Today I saw her race towards the tree, then a few minutes later... "Mom, can I read books up in the tree?" Um, sure, I guess, why not? I brought her a small bag of books which she hung from a nearby limb, and there she remains.
For those of you who knew Eric when he was a little boy, perhaps this looks familiar? From what I understand, he was often up in a tree too :)