Butterfinger Pie was one of our family favorites. You have to crush Butterfinger candy bars to use in the recipe. I would hide the candy bars in a bowl on the top shelf of the upper Kitchen cabinets. One day, while I was helping her big sister with her homework, our little , two year old monkey, pushed a chair over to the cabinets and climbed onto the countertop and then climbed up the top cabinets to get the Butterfingers. I found her in her room with the rubber mallet and she had smashed all the butterfingers into the carpet. She did not use a bowl or a plastic bag. But she did a great job of getting the candy crushed!
Then there was the day that my husband was on the roof and our little monkey climbed the ladder to join him. We almost had a heart attack. She was always climbing trees. Big trees. Little trees. She climbed the doorways. She would just shimmy up the sides. She would climb on top of their playhouse and then step over onto the roof of the house. One day we outside talking to our neighbors and our little monkey had decided to shimmy up the street light in front of our house. We could not turn our backs on her for even one second. That was it! I was a nervous wreck. We made the decision to enroll her in gymnastics. She was only four years old, but with the way she climbed on everything, we decided that at least she would learn how to fall and not get hurt.
She did love her gymnastics classes. She wanted more. It did not take long for her to move up to the team. This meant gymnastics for six hours per day, five days per week. She would eat, drink and sleep gymnastics. She loved climbing the ropes. I loved that there was a sponge pit below that rope! Finally, we had found an outlet for our little monkey.