One night a week ago, this little person (pictured below) came to us at 3AM and said, "My bed is dripping." Yawn. Squint. I assumed she had wet her bed. My shift is the 10PM-6AM one. Campbell Clansman gets up with them when they wake up in the morning. I did the math as I glanced at the clock, it was my turn. I took her back up to bed to determine how her "bed was dripping" and realized she was RIGHT! The roof was leaking right on to her face as she slept! Poor baby! I set her up on a make-shift bed in our bedroom, and began rehearsing how I'd explain to our landlord that our baby's bed was dripping. We've had leaks in our little enclosed terrace upstairs since we moved in. But now PB's bed was dripping! The next day, we contacted our landlord, and he agreed not only to fix that spot, but all the leaks! Hurray!So, after things dried up, the roof guys came. And what they proceeded to do shocked me, even after living here 7 years. They borrowed my ladder, climbed it, then stood on the top rounded part of the step ladder to hoist themselves onto the roof. I watched it all. The ladder was clearly not designed for this type of innovative thinking and began to tremble under them. But, no worries, by that time, they were off the ladder and walking around, not secured to anything, on the top of our 6 story building.