The stairs in my house turn in the middle, so there are 5 or 6 steps at the bottom, 3 in the middle, and another 5 or 6 at the top. This is very convenient if you are like me and fall down a lot, because even if you do fall down the stairs you can only go 5 or 6 steps before hitting a wall or the bottom and stopping yourself. Or so I thought. You see, I am very talented. Last night I lost my balance halfway down the top section, cleverly made the turn so that I could tumble through the middle section, and then managed to brilliantly make the last turn and continue falling all the way to the bottom of the stairs. Fortunately for the Lima Bean, I was supporting most of my weight on my left forearm the entire time. So, you know, ouch and stuff. The Lima Bean, who is apparently now the size of a large sweet potato, probably thought it was a really cool ride and started jumping up and down yelling again, again! As for me, anyone who touches my left arm today gets kicked in the shins.