I walked towards him and he took that as an implicit yes and started towards the stairs. I sprint. I catch him as he leans forward to try and step, forward, down the stairs. I get in front of him, and Jet just tries to take the steps by launching himself forward. As hard as he can.
Gah! I basically play catch-the-boy the whole way down.
What all mothers are afraid of: My boy has *NO* sense of self-preservation.
But he did have a blast leaping the whole way down