To enter my house, one must climb up four steps. The fourth step is the
threshold of the front door. I am usually looking down as I mount the steps,
because I am so clumsy that I will trip if I am not watching my step all the
time.

Three times in the last two days, I have been greeted at the threshold by a
tiny leaping figure. Had I captured one of these performances on the
camcorder and uploaded it to the web, I'd be going broke buying y'all new
keyboards.

I guess Baby Beatrice is practicing to be a ballerina. She has a long way to
go....