What do you mean, don't jump?

Maman and papa have this absurd notion that I shouldn't be able to jump off of things. They had the foresight to purchase this fun step for me so I can climb places and watch them cook or clean (well that wouldn't really be papa, now would it) or read or whatever. So I decided that it would be perfect for mastering my standing long jump, is that still an Olympic sport? Well it should be because I'm pretty talented. I can jump half way across the kitchen when I leap from my Dora step. The best part is when maman and papa almost have a heart attack as I fly through the air with both grace and gusto!