stairs.

I am not a worrier but, I have worried about the stairs in our house ever since we bought it. I know everyone has steps but since mine aren't carpeted and one side is railing from the top to the bottom I just worried about kids and the steps. Truth is, them being able to go up and down them successfully is my favorite milestone. So, besides anticipated one of them falling down the steps, I would say, "Oh, I can just see them one day trying to slide down the railing or trying to climb the steps from the outside edge." Well, both boys have been caught scaling the outside of the steps only making it about halfway up before getting in trouble. So, I felt like that now they are at ages that they understand how badly they would get hurt if they fell or jumped from those heights. I really didn't ever expect my daughter to be the one to surpass the boys in a risky, daredevil-like feat. I mean she is the girl. She was born with more sense that those boys. Honestly, she has always had more common sense than them. Well, the past two days we have caught her crawling up on the railing at the bottom of the stairs. She then begins climbing the railing using her hands and feet as if she were climbing a rope. She got in trouble both times. Well, today she was at the top of the stairs and both boys were in the living room below her. She says, "Boyyyyeeezzz, look at meeeee." I said,  "Landry, what do you think you are going to do?" She said, "Mama you just go in your room. Go to the other room." (Red flag: she is about to do something she doesn't want me to see.) Corey was walking out of our room and I grabbed his arm and pulled him into our room saying, "I have a feeling that she thinks she is going to try to ride the rail all the way down."  So we went in our room long enough for her to pick up one leg and begin pulling herself up to ride the rail from the very top. I screamed and Corey did too. She quickly put her leg down and told me that that is what Ella does at her house and she doesn't get in trouble. I told her Ella doesn't do that as I raced up the steps. I got to the top of the steps and spanked her little bottom. She cried, and cried, and cried, and cried and just wanted me to lay with her on her bed. A few hours later we were having supper and she looked at me and said, "Mama, you are a good Mama but you are a bad spanker." I asked, "Why am I a bad spanker?" She said, "Because it hurt."