We have this ladder. This 8ft-tall rickety old wooden ladder.
This is the ladder I was standing on today when Ryan decided to walk straight underneath it.
"Ryan! Stop! What are you doing???"
"What?!? I just walked underneath the ladder."
"That's bad luck, Ry!"
"Whatever, mom. Nothing bad happened to me."
"Yes, but I'm the one teetering 8ft. in the air on this wobbly wooden death-trap."
"Well I wouldn't walk under any ladders if I was you."