Up A Tree Without A Paddle

The two Emilys went wandering around the neighborhood to talk and explore without all the icky grownups around. Kerry had gone to Lowe's when he got a call on his cell from The Other Emily.

"Your Emily is stuck in a tree and can't get down," The Other Emily told him.

"I'm at Lowe's. I can't do anything to help," he told her.

"We don't know your new home phone number yet so we couldn't call our moms."

So I'm at home and I get a call from Kerry telling me Emily is stuck in a tree one block over from the house and I need to go help her.

Of course I grabbed the camera.

She had gotten a boost from The Other Emily to get up into the tree in the first place and then discovered she was a little too high to just jump down. There were no branches to step on, they had all been cut off by our friendly neighborhood gardeners who hate all things that are green and grow.

It took a little maneuvering, but we finally got her down.

"You may NOT blog about this," she ordered as I snapped photos.

Unfortunately, she had already used one "get out of blogging free" pass earlier in the day so she would have had to cough up money to keep me from posting on this one!

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