I wrote this book when my sons were very little, before we were blessed with our daughters. As four- and five-year-old boys, they were always looking for things to climb up or on. I loved watching them just be boys and got so much joy from just being around them. One day I just sat down and wrote their little story. Now I have a happy, dancing two-year-old granddaughter who is just like her dad—and she just has to climb something.