Damn that Newton

Today Matt was throwing things through the doorway into the dining room at Grandma and Grandpa's house. He didn't seem particularly happy, so after watching him for a few minutes, Grandma asked him if he had a problem. Matt thought about that for a second and finally replied, "Gravity."

Yep, that darn gravity, always keeping us down. Poor kid.

On a related gravitational note, Matt fell off his tricycle tonight (for roughly the tenth time today) and sat there on the ground for a minute, reflecting, then announced "I really need a helmet. And brakes."

Thankfully, we won the battle against gravity at Grandma Lucille's house, where Matt "climbed" his favorite tree. Basically this means he swung from a branch and sat in the bough, but he thought it was pretty cool.