The first thing Lolly and Frostine did when we bought this house was climb that tree. At first it set of every mommy safety alarm in my body. "Get out of that tree! We don't climb trees!" I'd yell. "You can play in the backyard, but no climbing trees," I'd admonish as they ran out the back door. Then a few months later it was, "you can only climb the tree in long pants and sturdy shoes." But just like I no longer have a gate at the top of my stairs and my third child never had a wipes warmer, I don't even flinch when they climb the tree nowadays.
They will only wear pants if I beg, plead or give them five M&M's, so they mostly climb the tree in dresses and flip flops. Sometimes they even swing from the branches like monkeys.
Mostly they sit on the branch together and have loud conversations with their friend across the street. It's a pretty harmless tree. And what's better than a little girl who isn't afraid to scuff her knees and get dirt under her finger nails?
Two little girls who love to climb trees... simple as that.